A little shocked I pulled away and she just gave me a little smile and sat back down. She then continued to wind me up as subtly as she could for the ...ext half an hour or so. A few drinks later she tried that same kiss on me and this time was a little harder to stop. What I didn't realise was she was touching john's bicep and then leg as she kissed me. She pulled away and to my shock started kissing john. He was just as shocked as me, she looked at him and looked at me and said we were both "so. She was facing me while sleeping. For the next 5 minutes, I didn’t get any response and I kept on waiting for any reaction from her. I was looking at my watch as to wait or take off my hand off hers.On the 7th minute as I was thinking to take my hand off she held my hand tight in hers. She dragged my hand towards her inside the blanket and gave a sweet kiss on my palm. That was the moment where I had no idea as to what to do. A loud bell was ringing in my mind with happiness. I was smiling. In so doing it had taken on a significance infinitely beyond its mundane functionality. It brought James, through the workings of his fevered imagination, closer to the idea of Her; of Mistress Dionne. He knew he was not worthy of touching his Mistress herself, but somehow the chair and James shared a bond. The chair had held the weight of his Mistress, asking no favour but to serve; seeking no acknowledgement, only use; craving no thanks beyond having fulfilled Her need. The chair and himself. She was on the bed with another naked woman. They were in the classic 69 position. At first, I didn’t recognize the woman. It was Mrs. Mason, Maggie Mason. My ma’s boss at Maggie’s Hair Salon. I had known her for years when I would stop in on my way home from school or Saturday afternoon double feature at the movie house. Mrs. Mason was at least ten years older, taller and heavier than my ma. Maggie spotted me first and whispered to ma. “Honey, we weren’t expecting you home so soon after you.