We ended up staying and talking for hours. Not about anything of real consequence or the typical exchange of common interests--just talking about past...experiences, current problems, and future ambitions. It was as if we already knew each other well enough to skip all the formalities and requirements of 'getting to know each other.'That became the pattern for the next few weeks. I'd drop by once or twice after work (I rarely scheduled any experiments past six or seven; she had no such. I shuddered as I finished, awakening from my haze. I quickly cleaned up the “mess” I had made and put the bathing suit back where it had been. I told Kerry about my experience as he listened intently, periodically nodding his head knowingly. “But you have never dressed since?” he asked after I had finished the story. It somehow seemed odd that I had not, but it was the truth. I shook my head. “By the looks of things, I am confident you would find it as exciting as I do,” Kerry encouraged.. These days, fucking her hard was the only option unless you wanted to get cussed by Sally. If we had owned one of those fucking machines, I swear Sally would have it going twenty four seven.She compared her condition to having an itch that she just couldn't scratch. But it wasn't for lack of trying on our part or that she wasn't experiencing orgasms. Even Jimmy was seeing it as a chore. Brenda complained of carpel tunnel as more often than not, if Jimmy or I couldn't perform, she or Beth would. He had been an all-A student, clearly headed for big things. Josh had mostly gotten Bs and Cs, and school wasn't all that thrilling, considering that he had six more years of it to face if he went to college.Even when he'd been little, Josh had enjoyed it when his father had taken him out in one of the engines. "I want to grow up to be a railroad engineer, like my dad," Josh had said in grade school, and Walt had never really encouraged it or opposed it. "Whatever you want to do," he'd said.But.