It's fun though and does give me some ideaof what it feels to her although I'm not sure she gets much enlightenmentfrom me. I'm not all that good with...words, after all, especially when I tryto tell her how things feels or make me feel.Lying awake beside Helen when we've finished is, as always a struggle but Ido my best to satisfy this need I think most women have after making love.You know, to be held and told how much we love them? Not until I hear herbreathing slow do I move away from her. It was the most hideous stuff he had ever tasted. He spat out what he could, and refused to suck anymore."Come on, Donna," the mechanical nanny encouraged in a sweet, feminine tone. "Drink your ba-ba down. If someone is watching we don't want to them to think anything is wrong. Now drink, sweetheart."Jack didn't comply, and continued to try and spit the bottle out of his mouth. The nanny looked at him with a devilish smile, as if she had a trick up her sleeve. "I'm not really supposed to do. A few minutes after waking, I heard a melodious voice, “I hope cheese and asparagus omelets are okay. I’ll throw in a little ham, but your fridge is kinda bare.”Okay? With that voice, Spam on dry toast would have been a feast! “Yes, that sounds great. Let me do a couple of morning things, and I’ll be right out.”Came the voice, “Save the shave and shower, and I’ll pour the eggs. We can shower after we eat.”‘We?’Immediate morning necessities complete, I threw on a terrycloth robe and headed for. We did the dirty deed in the pantry closet right on top of cook's huge sack of long-grain rice. I hoped my juices and other liquids didn't seep down into the rice because I really loved the lovely rice pudding she made quite often. It didn't hurt very much and I remembered holding the red balloon in my hand and watched it floating in the air above me like some marker of my lost virginity. It was larger than ordinary balloons and seemed to be made of some material that was a bit sturdier than.