My heart had been broken, from nothing of his doing, and now if was whole and full again. That was his doing. I’d been so broken after Tilda’s dea...h. So broken inside. And Cien was there to fix me. I felt whole, renewed, alive for the first time in so long. ‘Yes, I’ll have you.’ I said, my face buried in my hands. I sobbed loudly, and suddenly heard the door swing open. Alex stood there glaring at me. ‘Why did ye order a bath for her, Cien?’ Cien turned to his cousin and shrugged. ‘I thought a. The problem that I have is 1) my wife was really sick two years ago and had to have major surgery. Her sex drive has never been the same. So I do not get laid that often and when I do get laid I know that she is not horny and doing it just to be nice to me. That makes it not necessarily boring but certainly not exciting. And 2) yes even thought I think my wife is hot and cute and has a nice body, it is a little boring having sex with the same person now for 22 years. For the record I have never. ”They walked a few more blocks and turned into an adult book shop. Inside, it appeared like every adult shop in a red-light district, but everywhere they turned they were seeing young couples, hand in hand, browsing the shelves, but looking nervous and obviously waiting. They approached the counter and handed over a ticket. The clerk mentioned in a quiet soothing voice to wait for two bells, and then all women proceed to the door in the back of the shop. After a while, three bells will signal. “James – I think I’ll change into something a little more comfortable – would you like to help me undress some more?” He just stood and stared, frozen with needless embarrassment about his erection and entranced with my appearance. I took hold of his hands silently lifted then up to my bra cups. My nipples were hard and clearly pointing out against the soft lace fabric. He did as instructed and undid the clasp. I rolled the lace cups down revealing my tiny, pert breasts. His hands.