The next day I was driven to the Central. Hofmannsthal was there discussing Greek tragedy with Wassermann. I gathered Hofmannsthal was re-writing his ...ersion of Sophocles for Strauss to set. I was silent.“No comments?” asked Altenberg.“Sorry. No. I find Sophocles too depressing, too bloody.”“I agree,” Wassermann said. “Yet there is a deep truth in the plays.”“That’s what Freud says, isn’t it?”“Yes. Did you read his sex-studies? Did he see the Schnitzler or did Arthur read Freud?”It was too. Roscoe, for his part, finished his food and started focusing on her. The dog started barking loudly, straining against his leash.“Thank god I'm in here, stupid dog,” Cindy thought to herself, smugly.It didn't take Cindy long to start getting bored – and just a little horny. She didn't want to watch TV or any streaming services so she decided to send her daddy some sexy selfies. After sending off some internet-fame-worthy and perfectly-posed pictures to her father, she called up Roxanne to see. His boyfriend, Jake Richards, is the fittest guy I’ve ever seen. Sure he’s 2 years younger than me, but he could pass for a 20 year old! Works out every day, regardless; meaning he’s way musclier than my brother. He’s also pretty smart for his age. Once when he came round he absolutely thrashed everyone at Trivial Pursuit. It’s just not fair that he’s gay or I would have had him like a shot! It’s even less fair their all over each other, even in public and I’ve never so much as had one kiss in. Chemical help? I certainly hadn’t needed that last night! But now I took a tablet, if we were going to carry on this morning this time I would surely need it. A little later already half hard, I eased up onto an elbow. I traced the outline of your nipple with the tip of a finger. You moaned softly and arched your back to try and make me touch you more firmly. You still slept though. Time for a move a little further into your waking process. Gently, so as not to disturb you too much at first, I.