I needed to tell her to hurry, but I didn't. I was uncomfortable in this chair, I needed to take my foot away from her and get comfortable, but I didn...t ... I watched her intensely as her thumb wove across the bridge of my foot and began to rub on the inside edge.There was a crash of the bell above the door and a man barged in, dragging the blare of the street with him. Without thinking I snatched my foot away. The assistant rose demurely and swept over to him as I jerked to a more upright. You can see my nipples through my dress as I didn’t put a bra on. You lean in for a kiss, your fingers running through my short red hair. Your lips touch mine as your other hand gently caresses my waist. The touch of your soft lips makes legs weak. You grab me tight so I don’t collapse. My heart starts to race as you begin to kiss me deeply. I can feel you press your body against mine; your heart is pounding too. As I lift my arms around your shoulders to hold you close; I begin to walk. She relaxed. Then rigid again. Her head thrashed about."Oh fuck! Oh my fucking god."She started laughing. She twitched. She curled up, pulling me to her.The girl sat up grinning. She wiped off her chin. Erica and I both grabbed her, kissing her face and mouth."So, your name is Jessica?" I asked. We were sitting around my kitchen table, the girl, Erica, and myself. It was two O'Clock in the morning."Yeah." And you travel without a wellspring?" Well, yeah." Isn't that dangerous?" Sometimes, but. With a demure smile and the shake of the boys hand, I wrote names of my victims, their hand size as a clue as to their cock size, the bigger ones having a single star and a tick, how sad that many years later, this obsession would lead to my conviction for dismissal, as the very tick I now put, would be used in evidence against me, but that was years away, this was now, and the ink was still wet, though not as wet as I was, I looked into his blue eyes, 'I wish to see you at 14:00', I told him,.