The next move was Fritz's, easing his chair back a few feet from the front of the box and sliding his trousers down round his ankles. His penis stood ...roudly out from his groin. Alan, I realised, was leaning down with one hand to finger Sophie, who was now on her back, legs apart, knees raised. (He told me later that she was already oozing juices before he even touched her.)At a point where Berlioz's orchestration demanded a sonorous contribution from the full orchestra, Sophie pushed Alan's. “If, and it’s a big if, I decide to do this, my goal is to open Delilah to a whole world of sexual debauchery. Going into it with a focus on God is the only way I can see her avoiding Satan’s clutches. It’s a huge gamble because Satan uses sex against people and even the most devout Christian can be headed to hell because of sex. Think of the original Samson. He killed himself along with the Philistines after asking God for strength one last time to avenge his lost eyes. Did he go to heaven or. “I didn’t bring any money but do you ever barter for your lessons?”The young man smiled, this not being the first time he had such offers, “How about we take a little walk and, um, go over the details?” He led her down the beach around the rocky outcrop that jutted out into the ocean and gave privacy from the rest of the beach. They came upon a couple on a beach towel getting it on. As the woman bounced on her partner, she smiled at them and then turned back to focus on her man.They didn’t have. Then it hit me. “Were you following me?”He frowned at me, “Yes, I was following you. Heck yes I was following you because I didn’t like what I was seeing. Sullen, quiet, eating alone at lunch, missing the bus in the afternoon.”“Why?” I asked quietly.“Why?”I nodded. My inner voice told me why. He liked to look at me. To stalk me like a creepy sex starved maniac because that’s what men wanted. A month ago that might have creeped me out big time, but now it felt familiar and comforting.“Because I.