'No. They never did. That has a lot to do with what happens later.'Eventually things stopped being tossed out of the closet and the sliding doors were...shut from inside.Time began flowing faster and faster. Shadows lengthened and faded into darkness and the boy remained inside the closet. Night came and went, with no sign of the boy. Morning arrived and there was still no movement. Time passed faster around us. Morning turned to afternoon and the boy finally emerged, quietly, cautiously. There. I sat her down and began kissing her passionately all over again. We went at one another, wildly, and as we did finally my clothes started coming off. She was the one doing the removing of my clothes. Once I was undressed, except for my underwear, she went at my chest, and kissed it all over the place. She even played around with my small nipples. I loved. She didn’t stop either as she kissed and kissed and kissed me on the chest. Her fingers tantalized the living hell out of my nipples but I. Please?”“I’m not sure how that would work with you in Michigan and me here.”“We would talk on the phone, see each other occasionally on breaks, and see where it leads.”I decided to try a bit of levity.“Bed, I’m assuming.”That had the desired effect, as Becky laughed, hard.“Well, yes, but I meant in the future.”“Bed IS in the future,” I said, continuing to tease her.“I mean FURTHER in the future!” she said, still laughing. “As in after Monday!”“If I agree to sleep with you, my dad is going to. She had her own stall with fresh straw changed every fortnight without fail, and she often got to sleep for three or four full hours between shifts, but it was warm, underground, constant temperature, no fog, no rain, dry and warm, utopia to a Yorkshire lass.She had run away from home when her first born was delivered one night, her mam thought she were putting on weight, but thought it were school meals, in fact it were school master giving her extra curricular, normally up the ass but on this.