She just wanted to cry. There he was, the old Nick.They'd spent time together, just like the good old days. And, justlike the good old days.They spent...it playing games, and talking about nothing.Faye wouldn't have had it any other way.She went to bed that night staring at the spot where Nick haddisappeared around the corner, happy to have gotten one more nightwith her best friend in the world.The way it used to be. She closed her eyes and fell into sleep.Unconsciousness beckoned with a new. Greg smiled and asked if we’d ever heard of Spencer Tunick. Maggie asked if he was the guy who photographed naked bodies in a public setting and Greg shook his head, “Yes.” Turns out, Tunick was recruiting volunteers for an event to be held the following Sunday morning in front of the Washington Monument. We talked and joked about what it would be like to be a part of the crowd, being naked in front of all those people. I was surprised that Maggie didn’t think the nudity was that big a deal. .way too enthusiastically. It took a few conversations but she finally invited me to her place that was out of town and was fairly secluded. Our first meeting was short but we hugged and kissed but nothing more. Our subsequent FB conversations became more intimate and she requested more "hugs and kisses" at our next meeting. I had a little camp that was equally secluded so we met again but with more hugs and kisses but nothing else.Now Charlene (not her real name, of course) was a very fit. She would allow him to have sex with her if the opportunity presented itself.“The massage oil is very warm. Just relax and enjoy your massage.”“Thank you.”Henry moved the sheet to just cover her backside. He poured the oil into his hands and worked her neck and shoulders. His hands were strong and felt so good on Anne’s skin. She was very relaxed while he massaged her.He kneaded his fingers into her skin. Anne let out soft moans to let Henry know she was enjoying. He moved his hands down.