“Nothing, absolutely nothing that would make me think that I don’t want to be with you. But, with the way you talk, I can see us getting closer an... I...” she hesitated, “I have exactly one sexual encounter in my whole life. That was when I was twelve. I don’t know how to be intimate with someone.” She went quiet and looked out the window.I considered all she had told me in the last day and concluded that intimacy was the real issue. She looks at the rape and its aftermath nineteen years ago and. My grateful thanks to evanslily for her time and patience, and her editing skills. As always, the good stuff is due to her, the mistakes are mine. ALLIE The Piccadilly line in the middle of the morning is hardly the Road to Damascus, and yet the premonition that morning was no less apocalyptic in my life. The advertisement was for Help The Aged, the picture, a sprightly-looking older lady, but it was the wording that caught my attention: Remember Alison, she’s still an incredible person. At. Get a car, you had to take care of it or it tipped people off you were a lazy slob or inept or just worthless. Anything you owned took away your time. We had long discussed the advisability of having girlfriends and how they demanded time, attention and money. Landon had had the most experience but the rest of us had all found ourselves sitting with this group of guys bemoaning the hassle of enlisting pussy and how we put our dick in and ended up with no balls. For a while it always seemed like. Gary got up and went to the bedroom, Linda followed him in. Linda closed the door but not all the way. She knows I want to watch. Linda told him where to put the internet and pointed at the TV for the cable. Gary started with the internet, Linda sat down on the bed. I heard them talking, they talked about work. Gary changed the subject to sex, asking personal questions. Gary asked how often does she masturbate. She told him once or twice a day, sometimes more. Gary said wow to that. He asked.