Those screamsquickly turned to drunken laughter: mine obviously didn't as I continuedto struggle, trying as best as I could to get my eyes to acclimat...se tothe light as quickly as possible.As I forced my eyes open, trying to ignore the pain, I saw three girlsstanding and staring at me, drinks in hands and makeup askew. It was thenthat I realised I was looking at them through goggles or something: somelarge, circular, scratched plastic lenses covered my eyes, and thecylindrical wobbling thing in. Fast forward to 2 months ago, she's now married with two c***dren and we're working back in the same team. We've spoken on and off but just passing conversation, nothing about our past etc. I'm then asked by my boss to work a Saturday to catch up on a backlog of work, I arrive at 9am and she's sat at her desk. For an hour we say nothing then I ask if she wants a drink, she does and I go get two coffees. On my return I start working away and then she asks why I'm in, how am I getting on etc, I. I almost died on the spot. What the hell had he said ... I was worried as my brother was one of the school toughies and his 2 friends were also a couple of hard lads, no one messed with them!."Well whats he said then?" I asked.Gary responded, " he says you sucked him off in the park yesterday and then licked his spunk off your hands"I went beetroot, I can't deny it I had done exactly as he had told them!! ... we had been in the park after school and he had asked me for a suck off. I had done it. I wanted to see those lips pleasuring me. I transferred that desire to her mind.This line of desire was somewhat reflexive now, given on to me from a gardener I had known in Venice. He had loved the voice of the lady of the house. I met her, and was not immediately moved by her voice. Perhaps it was my unfamiliarity with the language. My fascination with human desire tempted me, however, to understand him. The lady was not difficult. And he was right, in the end, that her lips were wonderful.So.