You and I can gosomeplace and love and live together. I know you'll find a goodjob and work hard. And when you get home at night I'll feedyour stoma...h, then you can feed my pussy. Can we do that, Alan? Without killing Mom and Dad?" Rolling off her, it took me a while to absorb the magnitude ofwhat she'd said and asked. I asked her why we couldn't justkeep things going like they were. She told me I should knowthat sooner or later we'd get caught. That, she added, would bescandalous,. Take me like you've taken so many women?"He saw her form, but couldn't think about sex. He saw those breasts, but they were just breasts - all women had them, they were not an object of lust for him. And that realisation made him want to fight it. He was a man, he fucked women. He was a penetrator, not the other way round. So he approached her and ripped her pantyhose at the front. Then he pulled down his pants - his dick just sat there - he couldn't get hard again. So he just pushed his pelvis. Not now, not ever. Stop calling me."Told Chuck."Let's go see my lawyer buddy and get a restraining order."Lawyer buddy said it was easy to fill out the paperwork, but that Bert needed to be served. That's a problem. I don't think Bert has his own address. Since I let the apartment go (it was in my name) I don't know what he's doing for living arrangements. I imagine he might be crashing at a buddy's place, but I can't begin to list addresses."It's gonna be difficult," the lawyer said. "We'll. " He just stood there, looking lost and a little out of place."Um, may I ask why you said I was good?" Oh. That." He gestured to the small sign I'd been hanging above the shop door. "Charlene Delaney: Freelance Writer" it said. "I read your article in the Tribune last Sunday. Very articulate and informative. You're obviously good at what you do." Thank you." I felt my face turning red. Compliments tended to fluster me."Well, I have to be going now." He stuck out his hand and I shook it again..