The circle represented the womb, the productive power of women, they'd said; the inverted cross — the outstretched arms of inclusion; the nurturing ...ature of women. Now it was hard to see it as anything other than triumphal. It hadn't been long before the corresponding male symbol had appeared on graffiti. A Mars symbol but with the arrow pointing down like a flaccid penis. There was one here alongside the poster, in chipped white paint on the soot stained brick.James punched his personnel. ”“You’ve also been kind and respectful to me,” he says with a small laugh. “No matter how perverted or disrespectful I might have been, you always remain professional.”“Except for when you first offered a promotion in exchange for sex, I’ve never had an issue with you,” I say.“What about when I took advantage of you while you were drunk?” He asks.“I wasn’t that drunk,” I say. “I knew what I was doing, and I chose to have sex with you.”“Fond memories,” he smiles. “I hope you have a happy. Shocks went up and down my spine as my erection went into overdrive and struck her cervix. 'Ooo Grandma, you are making it worse! Let me take out the soaking wet bath towel underneath before you catch a cold.' She smiled sweetly. 'I just love how you plan everything so perfectly, honey.' I grabbed another huge bath towel sitting on top of the night table and spread it on the other side of the bed. I held onto Grandma and rolled onto the new towel with Grandma now on top of me, still fully. He did not want the thoughts, nor could he ignore the thoughts. He told himself again, she was nothing more that a bar girl earning her living. He tried convincing himself of it, and could not convince himself. His soul only laughed at the thought. The first week went that way, so too most of the second. The closer they came to the end of his leave, the more frantic became their love making, the more they fought to fill their time with themselves, with excitement, with closeness. .