Look at the way he is looking at her. He wants to see what she feels as he penetrates her and she looks at him as if to say, 'I am yours'. I love this...picture."There were several more similar to the first. The pictures themselves weren't always erotic to me, but John's descriptions were.Then there were the pictures depicting oral sex. One in particular struck me. The man was standing and the woman was on her knees. She had about half of his penis in her mouth and she was looking up at him. The. Together, in the good-old missionary position, we'd orgasmed at the same time...again, this time only better. Holding each other, with her legs wrapped around my waist, we slowed down. Bathed in sweat, we kissed again, only this time with a deeper passion.Finally, we came up for air. "That was the best fuck I ever had. Honest. One hundred percent true. Even better than the last one, which was great. Even by myself, I never came like that. We came together, it was so good. I let myself go... go. Lucas sat in his apartment later that night. He could only shake his head. He was so young and then he was gone. 26 in some forsaken place."My own life matters less than his did."Lucas wasn't sure what changed in him after learning that Chuck was gone. He felt it in the morning. He woke up with an attitude. He woke up with a chip on his shoulder. It was great. It was actually great to feel something. Every morning for the past 4 years was greeted with apathy. When Chucky was dying he was. In fact by the end of the afternoon I was feeling about as relaxed as I had for some weeks: May was very easy going company - how did she ever get to be a chief exec, I wondered? - but I was also firmly back in my comfort zone, doing stuff I knew I was good at, making a contribution I was sure of.I was more than happy to take up her offer of a drink at the end of the day, again, so we walked back down to the river, going to the Barrowboy, a barn of a pub just on the south end of London Bridge.