I followed her along the corridor. While walking my eyes were on the floor as I was tensed. I was scared of the future now. I was following her footst...ps. She took a right and suddenly stopped. I knew that I had entered a room. I heard her going towards the door, Closing it and then locking it. When all these strange things happened, my curiosity made me to look up. I was stunned to see the sight! I was in a ladies toilet (which was meant for teachers). As I was thinking of this strange. She removed her slacks and panties, climbed on the bed, and asked, “Will you blindfold me, please?”I grinned, “My pleasure!”I covered her eyes and then grabbed some lubricant and watched her body flinch as I drizzled the cool liquid on her clit. She moaned softly as I rubbed it around just a bit. I had no idea if this journalist was straight, lesbian, or bisexual. But at the moment, I don’t think either one of us much cared!I turned the device on the lowest setting and positioned it to start. There was another long silence broken by Reg when he swivelled his chair to look at her."Um, Eleanor, have you done much kissing?" Some. I had a pretty steady boyfriend at uni." Did you kiss like that?"She shook her head. "We kissed passionately but never like that." Did you get that feeling of something flowing between us?"She nodded, her eyes looking into his."Did that happen when you kissed passionately?" No." It was little more than a whisper and her eyes never left his."Um ... do you think. Ted assumed that he must have gone too soon or too abruptly for the ‘smooch’, and yet he had thought there was some chemistry there. As in the sixties and seventies most women were schooled to respond to certain ‘correct’ approaches, which if not done correctly at every stage, the man fails. Or perhaps she just did not fancy him enough, there were plenty of other attractive males in the Night Club for her to be choosy. Chapter 4: Night Club: Part 2 Nonetheless Ted felt disappointment. His.