So I asked her, “do you have to go?”. She made up something saying she has to wait for her sister to come and I said okay, why don’t you sit dow... until she turns up. So we both sat beside each other on the bed near the back door and she started telling about her husband and started crying.Now, I was hesitant and did not know if that was the moment, but went ahead anyway and placed my hand around her and said, “it’s okay” and started consoling her. She rested her head against my shoulder and. She undid the button and zipped her pants down."Finger fuck me, Hank, stick your fingers in my cunt and fuck me with them."Wow, this was totally unexpected; but I certainly did as the lady asked. I slid my hand under her panties and rubbed her slit; it was all ready wet. I petted her clit with the tip of my forefinger and she groaned so loudly it echoed. She doubled over and collapsed on my hand and arm. Well that didn't take long, I didn't even get a finger in her cunt. I could feel her start. As we walked to my room he stayed a little behind me, eyeing what he would soon take for himself. We got into my room, and he popped into the bathroom to freshen up, I undressed, sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him to come out. Rounding the corner, he smiled seeing me waiting naked and ready. He put his hands on my shoulders and asked if I would like to be rubbed down, he really wanted to feel my body before we played. I agreed. He worked my sore muscles quite well, relaxing me. -----000-----"This," Blair pointed to a large, heavy, metal bolt on the doors of thewardrobe, "is masculine. All of us understand it. It's large. It's heavy.It's metal. And dark grey; don't forget dark grey. Masculine."But what we have here," Blair said to the others as he opened the doorsand pointed to the contents, "is not masculine at all."He paused because he knew that pauses in short stories --- like pauses innovels and literature, like pauses in plays and movies, and like pausesin life,.