' I sent the text and silenced my phone. I looked up at Lisa pushing her breast together, walking towards her I took off my belt and pushed her down. ... kissed her hard, desperate for the pleasuring touch of another. Kissing me back with the same amount of aggressiveness she became taking off my shirt, raking my back with her nails. I moved to her neck and collarbone, kissing and slightly sucking. I felt her hands on my zipper and felt button being undone; she slid my jeans down my legs. I. As she stood behind me to measure my bust she took the measurements, and then cupped my breasts to show me, or so I thought, how I needed support. I felt the slightest pressure between her thumb and forefinger on my nipples, and instantly they got rock hard. I could see our reflection in the huge mirror. There she was standing behind me with her hands on my breasts and I was loving it. As she moved her head closer to my ear, she whispered in her lovely accent, “you like that, no Mita ?” I. She told me that she was going to help me with the pose. I tried to arch my back and extended my arms, she placed one hand in the middle of my back and the other right on my ass and pressed up. The heel of her hand pressed into my left cheek and her fingers pressed into the other. Once I was in the actual pose she moved the hand off my back and turned the other where the heel of her hand was on my tail bone and her middle finger was resting between my cheeks. She placed the other on my lower. We sit together on the sea wall, letting the jounce of the waves, their grey-green light, soothe and calm us as we conjure the dead. * ‘I’m a wanderer, Nora,’ Jim said to me when I knew him first, and this has proven to be true. He skitters from lodging to lodging, now with this friend in Shelburne Road, now with that one in Sandymount. He doesn’t want to live with his Pappie and the family for they pull on him like leeches, he says. The way it is, Jim finds it hard to settle and he finds.