)Robin: Why, of course. My Richard always thinks about me.BZZZZZZ (A buzzer sounds.)Peter: I'm sorry Robin, that is not what Richard said.Robin: What?...You sick bastard, wait till we get home. You'll be thinking about your right hand from now on.Richard: Baby, it happened maybe once or twice.Robin: Maybe your hand won't mind you being a 30-second man.Richard: I'm sorry Baby, really.Robin: You're sorry alright. The sorriest guy I ever met.(Camera pans back to Peter, the host.)Peter: Moving right. I went to Toronto with them on business and they seemed sad that I was not going further. I felt that way too but some things just had to be.Almost all of the facility here in Toronto was shifted north along with most of the engineers. I stopped in to see what was happening with the remainder. This was not the reason for the visit though. Canadian National Railways or CNR wanted my device that could vastly improve their communications. It had to be altered a bit so that it used different. And she was really in a mood of fuck. But I controlled as I don’t want to hurt our friendship.Then we talked a lot about our days and she sat near me. I put my hand on her shoulder like friends. Then I used to slide my hand over her hairs. She asked me what am I doing? I told her I like the smell of her hair and she laughed.As we were talking I put my hand over her thighs and started rubbing for some time. And she got hot. She grabbed and kissed me. She just can’t feel anymore and she was. They were guardedly in favor. They liked Agnes but thought it a bit fast. I could tell my mother wanted to ask if we “had” to get married. I decided to cut that off early. I said, “Mom, we don’t ‘have’ to get married. We ‘want’ to get married. We love each other and both sets of parents have given us good examples of the happiness of married life. We know there will be struggles but we want to struggle together.”That seemed to clear the air. My dad went over our discussions with the college and.