I had to try to take my mind off sex and keep busy.At 12.30 I had done a lot of housework and was thinking about going to bed to wait for her. The pho...e rang and I rushed to answer it; it was Julie. She was going to be home in about 10 minutes; she didn't sound tipsy or drunk. She asked me to run a bath for her and to have a glass of wine ready for her. I did as I was asked. I felt quite relieved that my father wasn't coming back. I started running the bath and added her favourite bubble bath.. "Tell you what," I said. "I have an early tee time in the Wednesday pro am. How about I watch you hit balls that afternoon? We could practice together."She lit up like a chandelier. "Oh Thorn, really? That would be awesome!" She wrapped her arms around me and kissed my cheek. "It's a date then. See you Wednesday, the water is on me." She added.I started to walk to the thirteenth tee and she called me back."Here." She said, handing me a cocktail napkin. "I wrote my number and address on this.. ” She knuckled his cheek gently, turning his head aside as she grinned at him. “Maybe next time, rather than spending an hour reporting, you can merely sweep the desk clear, tear my clothes apart with your mechadendrite, and fuck my brains out.” She used crudity with the brutal strength of a sledge hammer, aiming at the chains of modesty and shyness that she could see wrapped about Turantawix’s heart. And with delight, she saw those chains breaking. His eyes whirred, his mouth opened.Then.... We could shake hands through it, and if we were both standing when we met each other, we would hold each other's hands, both in both, for perhaps two seconds too long. Two seconds that proved we were more than friends. Two seconds that prevented us from believing we were not already lovers. We always pulled away at the same time, using those extra two seconds to affirm the love we could not confirm with words. We could even hug across the Line. Not often. Only when it was 'the right thing to.