It felt like liquid sunshine as it melted on her tongue. She found herself remembering a weekend which she had spent with him, the thoughts distractin... her ever more from what she was supposed to be doing… It had been cold that day as they had walked the city streets together, aimlessly drifting through the busy throngs of people heading home from work. They stopped to look in shop windows, even went into a few, him lifting the occasional garment, saying how it would suit her. It was funny, he. ‘I’m all sticky. I have to get cleaned up,’ Mary giggled. She slipped out of Matt’s embrace and headed for the bathroom, pulling her sweater over her head as she went. Her body was still tingling from the young man’s delightful unexpected assault. ‘We’ve made love just about everywhere it’s possible to make love,’ she thought as she dropped the sweater on his bed, slipped out of her skirt and laid that on the bed, too, then kicked off her shoes. ‘And we’ve done it in just about every position. ."She took his hand in hers, her tiny fingers fondling his palm. Mr. Walsh felt a sudden rush in his lower abdomen. "Very strong hands," she repeated, dropping his hand onto her smooth thigh."How are you and David," Mr. Walsh asked, his hand slowly rubbing her leg. She put it there, he thought."Okay. He's just seems so juvenile. He doesn't do special things for me anymore." I know how that goes, Cindy doesn't either," he said, his hand having slid to her inner thigh, his erection growing. He. The landscape seemed easy enough to traverse at least on the way to the tower it did.After what was only about a 15-minute walk she reached what she assumed was the front door of the tower, it must have been closer than she thought to have made it in that amount of time. Hopefully whoever or whatever inside was kind enough to at least let her stay the night and hopefully it wasn't infested with monsters that wanted to eat her or rape her. With a little hesitation, she knocked on the big wooden.