I was naked and cold, even in the warmth of focused sunlight. Dried semen flaked from my skin like sugar from a glazed donut as I ran my hands down my...front, though I wouldn't realize that's what it was for a few more moments. I winced at the soreness between my legs when I shifted my weight onto my side. Everything down there was sore, on the verge of throbbing. I could feel the redness without seeing it, it was like sandpaper against raw nerves. What had happened the night before? I couldn't. You have to recharge your batteries, uh? ” “Yes, literally,” she said and crutched toward the intersection. “What’s the purpose of this …neurosupporting system?” “I broke my back a few years ago. The system enables me to move my legs. “That’s good.” We walked in silence for some time. Her gait was getting ataxic, her face darker. She stopped to rest for moment, then continued to struggle with her dying legs. “I will take over from now on,” I said. She nodded sadly and slipped her. Thanks for understanding.”“No problem,” I whispered back. I didn’t feel too bad, sure, I’d scammed her a little with the tears but I really did feel for her. I looked at her, from six inches away. I could love this, I thought. I could really fall right into love with this.“Come on,” she said, and I felt her getting up. I followed, and she went to the balcony door and slid it open. We moved out into the oppressive evening heat.“Let’s give them a little privacy,” she giggled, and I nodded. She. She had been his hot, wet dream for as long as he could recall being interested in girls. He’d always found her attractive, although he’d never quite understood why, because her allure remained to this day ... and what she must be nearly 70 now. Maybe it was that he’d seen her virtually naked all those summers, as she paraded around her pool in her assorted bikinis, letting the sun and whomever was present, lavish her with attention. Maybe it was a simple stereotypically cultural thing - Pamela.