The motor sounded fine, no problem there, and the weather was holding clear and calm. Hans listened a while, and almost decided he'd answered a false ...larm, when he heard the faint but unmistakable sounds of a woman moaning. Stepping up the companionway ladder two more steps, he peered into the early morning light, over the raised deckhouse, back into the cockpit.What he saw there caused a lewd grin to flit momentarily across his face, and his insatiable cock to stir hungrily against the zipper. I was slightly taken aback, I didn’t remember giving him my number, certainly I don’t remember putting his into my phone. I pushed the phone across my desk and did my damnedest not to think about the little shit. It vibrated again. Another text. “Come on Jane give me a chance. Sorry about walking out on you” I arranged to meet him for dinner on Wednesday. Some Italian restaurant near Spittle-fields Market in town. Easy enough for me to get there, I work in Camberwell. I had no idea where Neil. I also pulled out my rucksack and kept a towel and a change of clothes and undies. I was ready so I went out of my room and sat in the living room when mom came out with a bowl of cut fruits for herself and me. We accepted it and was eating when she asked me where was it that Ashok was taking me and I told her that some spot along the river about 3.5 hours away. She asked “on a bike? I assume.” And I nodded my head yes. Soon Ashok arrived but did not come inside, instead just honked, hearing it. I checked to be sure it hadn’t dried out; it hadn’t, I put it in the drawer of my night stand and closed the drawer; good Boy Scout, “Always be prepared.”Back out in the living room I sat in my recliner, some inane sitcom was droning, the canned laughter intruding on my thoughts.Linda went to her room around nine, I heard her start the tub filling. Give her time I thought. At nine-thirty I told the twins good night and went to my room, took a quick shower, shaved, spritzed on a little Old.