I spent most of a day at school practicing that on anyone who was reaching out to touch me. I was usually able to deflect their hands an inch or two a...ay from where they'd intended, depending on how fast they were moving, so I know the technique works for me. Maybe it'd work for you too?"Sensei said, "I shall certainly try, once I have recovered from the shock! I have NEVER heard of anything like this before. You imagine a finger hovering in midair somewhere?" Yes. I started imagining a whole. Her hair, full and shiny and dark as anything, covered her shoulders and spilled onto her chest, resting gently against her breathing breasts. They were well shaped, round, the nipples gently covered by her dress. Her cleavage was tasteful, she clearly wasn't out looking for something tonight. Her back, laid bare by the open fabric of her dress, arched carefully towards her legs. They stemmed out from from beneath the flapping tails of her dress. I couldn't see anything else, but I suddenly. I was embarrassed that she'd caught me eyeing her, but she'd let me know without ratting me out to her husband, who came around to the front door and flipped me the keys. I nabbed them and grabbed a suitcase Raquel had gotten out of the back seat. "I'll hold these for now," I said carefully to her husband's back, "and later I can show you where the parking space is." Hey, I give good service, but I'm the owner, not the bellhop. If Mr. Insecure is going to drive his own car he can damn well park. It was actually rather touching.So in they came. We ordered some Thai food for them and I drank a little bourbon and watched and actually enjoyed their company. They were both intelligent and widely read (at least by modern standards) people who could discuss politics, art, music — whatever, and keep me amused.We had a fairly pleasant evening together and I was feeling much better by the end of it.Around 9:00 that evening I was about to retreat to my ‘private space’, my bedroom, sitting.