" I have two customers in the fitting room." Who?" A woman called Liz and her daughter." Do you want me to take over?" No, actually everything's all r...ght and I'd really like to finish thesale." Are you sure?" I'm sure." If you do need a hand, please give me a call." OK."Linda went behind the counter giving a wry smile while Christina went tothe displays and removed a bra, some panties and a suspender belt. Shethen went to the stockings and tights display and removed a pack of blackstockings,. Hell, I even heard their bloody bedsprings! I became aware that I was getting aroused. What was the matter with me? Ten minutes ago I was angry, now I was getting an erection. Surely it was perverse to get a hard-on at the thought of what my future wife might have been doing with Ray some four years earlier. It may have been perverse, but there was no denying it was very erotic, and erotic enough for me to want her to do it again."Do you still want to go upstairs to him, Clare?"She actually. "Are you staying the night, good sir?" he asked. "If you are, then I'll take your horse to the stable, rub him down and feed him. Just let me sister know." Yes, I am staying at least one night," Aaron replied, handing the boy a silver piece. "That is a little extra, but I want good care for my horse. His name is Thorn, and he loves apples."Aaron removed his saddle bags as the boy pocketed the coin and led Thorn off by his reins. Aaron entered the tavern, stamping his feet, trying to shed some. As with several of his students, he carried on an infrequent correspondence with her. Many people who passed through his classes—some of them more than once—tried to stay in touch with him. Because of the demands of the craft, the intimacy of writing, the certain risk of exposure people felt in sharing their fiction, and the serious and careful attention that he gave their work, a number of students imagined they found in him a kindred spirit. The class could, and did, become for some a place.