..” Thomas was out of the room before he could even finish. He left his phone in his room, so he wasn’t tempted to be distracted while he converse... with all of his friends and colleagues. He didn’t want to get his suit all sweaty, so he decided to wait for the lightning fast elevator, powered one five-hundred year old tortoise.The MUZAC piped down through the lobby’s intercom was not as relaxing as it should be while the elevator ambled down the shaft. Thomas could feel his beard grow while a. Her finger nails drag across the skin over my hip driving my closer to the edge of rapture. Abruptly, she twists the hot water knob completely off and steps out leaving me in the cold spray. I step out shivering and shaking my head as she stands before me with a towel. The devilish grin and inviting look in her eyes tells a story of lasting temptation and foreplay. She rubs the water from my body with a tender touch and drops the towel to the floor. Her lips draw close to my body and begin to. .”I didn’t wait for her to finish and leaned over to her, caressing the back of her neck with my hand, and passionately kissed her. There was reluctance at first, but that vanished into a wave of intensity. I pulled back slightly and touched my forehead to hers.I softly spoke, “Of course she’s fucking right. Justine, you need to trust me tonight. I don’t think I’ve led you astray throughout this entire strange journey of the last two weeks, right? Trust me?”She leaned back into me and. Perhaps he’d wax philosophical on her rebellion against a repressive, chastising, hypocritical Catholicity where girls having ‘impure’ thoughts were tramps and whores, while their priests are fucking kids and somehow that’s acceptable. He might want to write about Oedipal impulses and parenting. Whatever his loftiness for a scientific paper in the journals, his opus might never reach peer review or publication. Why? I’m imagining Murphy on his patient couch with her skirt ‘accidentally’ open.