"Neither of them spoke for a minute, dead air on the phone. There was somuch to say and yet, no need to say it."Hey, I've been thinking," Alison said...eventually."Oh?" I want you to make a mask of me. My face." You do?" Andy said, losing Suzy's voice and character in an instant.He swallowed. "Really?" Yeah," Alison said, elongating the vowel to breaking point, "if you'rea good girl." I'm always good," Andy said, struggling to regain control."Just... take care alright? Call me. Bye."Alison. And embarrassed for crying, and admitting to a stranger that I craved to be touched. I felt as if I were naked, exposed, and it was uncomfortable and wanted it to end. ‘Listen, I can’t thank you enough. I’m sure you have to go to work – I do too, despite the way I’m dressed, I actually do have a job.’ Softly, somewhat tentatively, she said ‘You’re welcome. You know, people always say that kind of thing, like a cliché: ‘I can’t thank you enough.’ Actually, you could thank me ‘enough.’ You know. I failed, but started to rub it a bit to get it to be more erect. I could actually feel my warm breath on the tip, but I still wasn't able to lick it.I closed my eyes again, and reveled in the sensations of my palms manipulating my breasts. I let my thumbs and fingers fondle my nipples, and imagined that Jim was with me, kissing and stroking me as he does so often. I started to imagine that Wendy was stroking me, a fantasy that I've been having recently after a few sensuous moments during our. Unfortunately, in his drunk state, he managed to burn up a whole bale of hay.Dad was furious.As soon as he put out the fire, my Dad stormed towards me. I cowered back, trembling with fear at the thought of physical punishment. Dad was a strong guy, used to handling the vast farm by himself, and his slaps, said the voice of experience, would be the equivalent of twenty horses' hooves crashing into your face at the same time. I tried to put on my most innocent expression, but nothing worked - Dad.