It is conveniently veering left and I can touch it with my well-trained right hand. I rub it back and forth slowly through the cotton lining of the po...ket. He is getting longer, harder, breathing heavier. I worry that the cotton lining is a bit harsh – cocks are so unbelievably soft. He does not seem to mind – this is a stage where pain ceases to exist.I squat down with my knees spread wide and start unzipping his jeans. He submerges his fingers into my hair and pulls me closer to his groin,. They also clung tightly to his bottom and to his thighs, and ended witha flared hem at his shoes.The shirt was plain white, but made of silk rather than his usualcotton. He also noticed that it buttoned up the opposite way that he wasused to on his own shirts. It had a much smaller collar with roundedtips and the sleeves were quite full but ended in a tight cuff at hiswrists.Jane stood up and walked over to him for a closer inspection. She ran afirm hand over his bottom feeling how the trousers. She picked up the phone and asked him to lunch that day. She said she would go by and pick him up.Cindy arrived at Jim's apartment right at 12. She went in and hugged him as usual. "Can we sit and talk for a few minutes before we go to lunch?" she asked. Jim looked surprised, but said "Yes of course."She sat on the floor in front of his chair so she wouldn't have to face him. This was a little embarrassing to talk about.They sat in silence for a few minutes. "OK, what did I do?", asked Jim.. The Disir I adore. What’s interesting is faith or no faith I’m observant enough to know that there’s things that go bump in the night that a .357 won’t do nothing for. They don’t depend on your frame of mind. They just are.The upshot is I decided to quit being angry. There’s no sense in being angry at myself for being unable to do the impossible. I’m happier. My problems still suck but I don’t feel a maelstrom tearing me apart. I can focus on healing and if that’s not possible I can focus on.