Her frown turned into a pout as he adjusted the crotch of his gym shorts which were at her eye-level. It just wasn't fair. She hadn't had his physical...attention in weeks. Sitting on her knees she crouched over and tugged the edge of his shorts with her teeth very carefully - trying to get a signal from him, but her attempts were in vain. His fingers tapped away without missing a beat and so she took to kissing the inside of his thigh. Her lips lingered over the supple skin for a few moments. But he kept putting one foot in front of the other while using his cane to keep his balance and his drive to continue kept him moving forward.It had been quite a few years that he had been doing this and he was not sure how many more times he would be able to make this journey but he had given his word to them and he would keep it for as long as he could. He owed them.Eventually he made the last step and he was in front of the Wall. The Wall filled with names, that went on for ages and. I can’t straddle you.”“Face away from me.”“Yeah, that’ll work. Not a lot of movement, but at least it’ll be something.”“Nkay. ‘ull yourshel’ uh-ward while I ‘ull down onna waishban’.”“OK. Ahh! Gonna fall.”“Uh! Whooh. That could have been bad.”“Yeah, glad I landed on your leg and not your dick.”“Oh, you think you’re glad!”“Look, if we keep stopping to laugh, he’s going to come back.”“I know. Tell you what, why don’t you rub your clit on my cock until you come? I want to be sure I’m not the only. Maybe a long hot shower would make everything clear. Of course, it didn't.He continued pondering his life over breakfast: microwaved sausage with scrambled eggs, hot coffee on the side. Last night, he was sure that Elaina loved him, whether she knew it or not. Today, in the bright light of day, he wasn't so sure. Was it love, or was he a ready meal on call? It was a nice parable, but could the lion truly love the lamb?And what about himself? Could he be in love so soon? On the face of it, it.