“Get on the bed . . . like your little friend,” ordered Havers hoarsely.Oh what Heaven that such an order should be obeyed so submissively . . . s... immediately! He knelt on the bed and seized the waiting flanks just as Quentin had done. By then, Havers was solidly in erection. No need to wait!He positioned himself . . .Felt the warm-wet succulence of ready sex-lips . . . Then, a****l-like, and with deliberate brutality, he thrust . . . Havers was amazed that he slid in so easily, right up to. .. ready.”Ready, Lucian thought. How does one look ready?“He was a pig,” he said, looking up from the mug. “I ... well, I suddenly felt ... disgusted.”Taylor’s eyes opened wide.“But ... but he looked so ... well, so...” he stuttered.“Like a gentleman,” Lucian filled in. “That was what Parker called him.”He took a sip from the hot tea. Then he put the mug down.“I’m exhausted,” he said. “I need to sleep.”Taylor rose, his long, beautiful legs unfolding.“You shouldn’t sleep alone,” he said,. ‘Hey are you alright? That looked nasty, here let me help you.’ ‘No thanks I’m fine.’ ‘Come on, it’s no trouble, I’m Paul by the way.’ ‘Well thanks Paul but I said I’m fine.’ ‘Ok sorry, I was just trying to help, I’ve just moved into your building, your Steph right, I’ve seen you around and…’ ‘Wow can you talk, listen Paul I don’t want your help I didn’t ask for it and I don’t care where you live I just want to go back to my flat, so just leave me alone alright.’ Ok so I feel a little guilty. I must fill the time, so that I do not give way to gloomy thoughts. Gardening and cleaning are often my saviours. I still feel a c***dish pleasure in getting filthy and pulling up weeds from my tiny garden; but I get a more adult sense of satisfaction from cleaning my home and presenting it well. I am a home-maker; I am not ashamed of it. I only wish I had a chance to make a home for myself and someone who really cared about me.I imagine sometimes how satisfying it might be to get down on my.