For the next half hour, we toured the incredible yacht. Several rooms were filled with dancing men. Several times, I plucked hors d’ouevres from tra...s. Wayne and Mason were already into their third drink by the time I made it off the boat. I did stop into the bathroom before I disembarked and that room was a whole ‘nother scene entirely. I walked back to car and eased myself in. I filled my little pipe, turned on the Yankee game, pulled out my Times crossword and spent the next few hours. I want to thank you for the other day."The elevator opened inviting them, and the 10 other people, inside. She didn't say or do anything but smiled as they were pushed to the back.She got off at floor 2 and he continued upwards to the 16th floor as usual. He walked into the office and sat down at his desk and like clockwork, Arnie came over."Where were you yesterday?" he asked."I was sick."He had the look that someone gives you when they know you're full of shit but didn't say anything. Why?"He didn't answer her and instead picked up the stapled sheaf of emails and tossed it onto the table in front of her. She took another glance at him and then reached for the papers. Her look of concern had shifted to one of curiosity, but soon it was replaced with shock. Her face lost its color as she looked from the first sheet through the remaining pages, glancing at each one only for fractions of a second. When she had finished the last of them she tossed them back onto the table and. No love-making this, just a hard, quick, needy, dirty fuck. We both are now trying to get to that place, that coming together, that Nirvana. I arrived first, arching up, cock-head deep inside, spewing its seed-laden juice, high into your waiting womb. You're also rigid in that rictus of far-gone pleasure, our chests heaving as we struggled to contain our breathing and heart-rate. You get off me and I slip, wetly and shrivelled out of that hot, wet place as you stand up. We embrace, your tears.