’ Natasha said. ‘Listen, I worked one other time for this Whitman lady and it was a little weird. It was like she tried to keep feeling me up the ...hole time. Have you ever worked for her?’ Emi thought quickly about how to answer. ‘Well, um, not sure how to say this other than plain and simple. Mrs. Whitman is a lesbian. It’s a long story, but a friend of mine and I worked this gig in Palm Beach that she was involved with. It was rather interesting to say the least.’ Natasha was shaking her. Is there...any treatment you can offer?" There is, yes." She replied, "I am going to give you some cream to numb the area. I want you to apply it every time you become inconveniently aroused. And I would like you to see a counsellor to talk about ways of healing with your unpleasant symptoms because I can see that they cause you distress."I felt my heart sink as I sat up."Is there anything else you can offer? I just want it to stop." How long have you been suffering like this?" Since puberty,. Soon, tongues began to touch, taste, search, and twirl. An unknown current excited and surged. Both bodies responded unhesitatingly. Neither thought about themself, only the other. True love, uncorrupted by societal expectations, was flowing between them.Hands began to roam, to explore.His fingers traced their way down the soft skin of her neck to her heaving breasts. Squeezing the globes of flesh, Eve sighed.Her hand slides down, grabbing the stiffening pole of pulsating muscle. Adam. No airconditioning fan, no wheezing groaning fridge, no footsteps in the common corridor. The first thing you imagine is that the entire universe is holding it's breath for your benefit, that everyone everywhere has simply stopped dead, just to allow you a few more minutes of sleep. It occurs to you this is a terribly arrogant interpretation of things, but by that moment you've already decided you're going to savour the blissful silence until your alarm rings, and you're already slipping out of.