”“Mmmm…were they long sessions?” A little more gentle fingering.“Normal, about an hour, maybe less…why?” I then moaned as he gave me his...entire middle finger.“Your sphincter is a little ‘bruised’ and there’s some cum there sweetie.”That wasn’t exactly breaking news. He withdrew his finger then gently replaced it with the scope thing (insert long gentle moan here). As he probed it around he watched the monitor and chuckled quietly. He could not only see the left over lube but wads of semen…nice. At seven tons of production a day, we could make about two hundred and ten tiles a day.Two hundred ten tiles stacked for firing in the kilns made a pile that was just about ten feet long, ten feet wide, and four feet high. We had to make new giant kilns to fire those. We made them out of the same tiles, of course. Each kiln firing required two days and a lot of wood, tended by two men and fed by two lumberjacks.Meanwhile, another dozen workers were mining and cooking limestone, making the. Fairy lights were up. Mince pies. Mulled wine. Scented candles. That feeling of warmth that only a celebration can bring to the middle of December. It felt like the time of year where you HAD to be with someone. You can’t be a loner during the holidays. I’d tried moving on, of course I had. A couple of months back, I’d bought a wall chart, planning to cross off every day that I managed not to jack off thinking about her. I didn’t even last twenty four hours. How long do you keep chasing. And those dreams! I rarely remembered my dreams after waking, but somehow, I knew that I remembered every one of last night’s dreams. The dreams of my past, both good and bad.With a yawn and a final stretch, I got up and started my morning routine. I’d never been one to wake up fully in the morning until after exercises and a shower, so I was pretty much on auto pilot during my morning Tai Chi. When I’d finished, I walked to the closet that passed for a bathroom in an RV.I was sixty-six years.