.. moody yearning.”I should know.Pilar listened raptly. Observing, evaluating, absorbing.I deplaned at Newark Airport. Took a cab into Manhattan. Di...ectly to Phillip and Rebecca Montgomery’s Sutton Hill co-op. I’d be staying with them for the duration of my New York sojourn. Which — so many unknowns — might be a day or two. Or a week or two. Or longer.From the warm, open way the Montgomerys welcomed me ... well, I would be comfortable with imposing. No matter how frequently the calendar pages. The beige walls had occasional paintings of abstract art that were surprisingly well done. Spotting the edges of the room were chairs, coffee tables, and a few potted plants of varying size. A busty woman behind a counter looked up from her fashion magazine at you.She was dressed proactively, but not too excessive. Her long and flowing blond hair complimented her sparkling blue dress. She blinked ditzily at you with wide eyes and an even wider smile, showing off a face of joy that highlighted. Mom was a CPA and had her own little business that made enough for her to raise us, kids, ...barely. Mom and Skylar looked similar, where I looked more like my dad. I had black hair, and Sky and Mom were brunettes. We all had really straight hair, not a curl in the group.After some simple gifts I opened, I thanked them, and we all had some cake and ice cream."So, how is school going?" Mom asked me."Which one?" You have more than one?"I told them about passing my license for being a masseuse at. I was being messed around by a few fellas so I suppose my confidence took a knock too.One friday night I had got all dressed up up ready to go out on a date with an old friend. I thought he might be after a bit of extra and didnt mind the attention. I started a bottle of wine and jumped into the bath. I hadnt had it for so long and played with myself to orgasm in the bath thinking about the night ahead. I got out and blow dryed my hair and decided what to wear. I put on my champange coloured.