It’s beyond words, I think. Sometimes it feels like a kind of out-of-body experience. Almost like dying. Did you know that in Elizabethan English �...to die’ was a metaphor for having an orgasm?” “No, but there’s the French la petite mort, isn’t there?” “Yes, the little death – that’s right.” “Where did you learn to fuck like that?” “In India. I was a bit younger than you at the time. Went there for a year after I graduated, just bumming around. Met this sex guru and got a bit hooked. I. “Surprise” I said, my head buried in his chest. “Addy, what are you doing here?” I could hear shock and confusion and excitement all at once in his voice. I pulled my head back so I could look at him, and he immediately kissed me – A long, sensual kiss. I replied, between soft pecks, “I… missed…you babe.” He began kissing my neck, leaving tingles throughout my whole body. “I didn’t want to have to wait another 10 days to see you.” “God you are amazing!” He kissed me on the lips once more and. I felt lightheaded, even after the soup and tea. He undressed me and helped me into the tub. He knelt on the side and washed me. The hot water felt good. Then he helped me out and dried me. I couldn't stand up for very long, the room was spinning. It all went blank, he picked me up and placed me on the bed.I slept for almost 2 days straight after that, then felt well enough to get out of bed. I guess Rick had been taking care of things while I was out of commission. But I felt all better now.. He sat there just watching and not really crossing the barrier between us. If that was the closest he ever got to sex, he really must be the most boring man in the world. Definitely not the man for me. I walked back across the kitchen and up to bed. The brief moment of excitement gone, I was ready to crawl back into bed and sleep. I just wished that the next morning could be further away. * Chapter 2 – the morning after I had forgotten how bitter the coffee was until I drank it the next.