Was it really so bad in England's distant far south? Odile wasn't sure. She'd never even been as far south as Manchester.There was a television pinned...to the soup kitchen wall tuned to a news channel despite the many complaints from those queuing. They'd rather watch a quiz show or a situation comedy that showed a life of indescribable luxury led by middle-class families affluent enough to live in a gated community. What made matters worse was that Roland insisted on screening news from the EBC. “Well, for nearly two years I have wanted to do something that never leaves my mind. I am obsessed with it. I tried in vein to get my Ex to do it with me, but he refused. Will you be my facilitator with this need of mine?” “Yes," I replied without thought. How crazy can it be? “OK, you promised, remember that. I want you to join me in a sexual tryst like no other that you have ever experienced before, are you game?” “What does it entail, you have told me nothing so far,” I said. “Well, I can. I'm 26 years old, 5'7" tall and very thin. I never grew the shapely hips or breast my other friends did when we reached puberty. After graduating high school I worked for the phone company and eventually became a lineman. I wear heavy boots and jeans to climb telephone poles. To help in my job I keep my hair cut short in a page boy style and don't grow my nails. Because of the way I dress at work plus my thin stick figure, I quite often get confused as a man while on a job site. My best friend. ”I went into my bedroom, stripped, and showered in the master bathroom that adjoined it. The hot water felt good. I missed my home shower. My leg was giving me twinges of pain, though, so all was not good in paradise.I finished the shower, was finishing up my shaving when I heard Mimi’s voice. “You okay?”“Shaving,” I said. “In a minute...”“I’m waiting, Buddy. Don’t be so bashful. I’ve already seen it.”I toweled off my face, dragged on a pair of cotton briefs. “Okay, brave girl,” I said. “You.