It was only a dance, and only a one-time thing. But after twenty years of nothingness, keeping our games as safe little bedtime fantasies, even what ...e were doing tonight felt like a giant step.The night before now seemed like a dress rehearsal. But tonight felt like the real thing. We’d taken our little fantasy game out of the bedroom and were playing with it in the real world, with all the danger and excitement that entailed. At times I did feel down and lonely, I was also filled with. He only patted her again. The scent of sex was heavy in the air. Cord merely had to say when and she'd ask him where, Roger thought to himself. He gripped the thick stein handle and drank deeply of the golden brew. It washed down his throat and he quaffed again. The waitress left, winking at them.Cord lit a cigarette and sipped the beer and looked very earnestly at Roger. "I'll be honest with you," he said. "Actually, there was nobody else here. I only wanted you to come." But why--?" Why tell. 'I will send a taxi for you, where do you live', talk about closing the deal, I gave it to him and through on a few clothes, making sure my grey woolen stockings and school skirt were in place, the skirt setting off the schoolgirl look and the stockings riding high on my thighs, could be seen whenever I bent or sat down unladylike.I just tucked in my white blouse when my room door knocked, 'Taxi Mariel', the voice called out from the other side of the door, 'Just a minute I called out', making. I looked up and saw Tara attempting to raise me. I came to my feet and she motioned to an open room. I walked inside and sat in a chair. I looked out the window and saw just endlessly blue sky. I laid back in my chair and thought of how amazing this world was. My thoughts were soon interrupted though by a rather massive voice. ‘Why did you come back here boy? Why have you returned to where you came from? Why now, why came home?’ She wore an expression I had never before seen in my life. She.