How are you?” the reply comes from the same attractive dark-haired lady with whom I had shared a carriage two days previously.“I’m fine………...isten I’ve got to ask, because you really piqued my curiosity, how did your date with the Internet guy go?”“It was OK, but to be honest, I didn’t give it best because I had something on my mind”, she replies innocently.“Ohh…..how disappointing for you………No great sex then?” I teased.“No”“Pity” I respond“I don’t think so…..now” she mumbles under her breath,. So after taking a round trip down the gutter and gathering some material for my new novel, I sat down to write. Here I was, in front of my computer, writing program all ready to go, and nothing. Absolutely nothing! I put my hands on the keyboard, and even tried simulating the sound of typing, but to no avail. My brain was...dead. That was it...I was brain dead. I had finally gone and done it. Thinking the same system of repairs would work on my head like it did on my computer, I started. You're still asleep and I begin to caress your face slowly and softly with the back of my hand. Reaching your soft lips I lightly touch them and smile, leaning in to kiss you, my hands combing through your soft hair. You wake up from the feeling of me kissing you; you look into my eyes and smile at me. You turn to your side and my hand falls past your shoulders down to the centre of your back, pulling your body closer to me, holding you tighter and tighter- kissing you softly, gently with such. The thigh highs were surprisingly comfortable. I would reserve final judgment until I had spent the day in them. But my initial impression was that they were cooler and more comfortable than pantyhose.I sat in the front room when I was ready. Laura sat with me and tried once more to talk me into standing up to them. I wanted to. If it had just been about me I would have. But I couldn't let him punish Laura for something she had no control over. He would happily ruin her life even though it was.