Unsure whether she'd heard me and was demanding I repeat myself, or she wanted an answer to my statement about her being up a creek without a paddle, ... didn't know what to say. I took a gamble."What I mean is," and I stared at her unflinchingly, "since management, and that includes you," she didn't flinch at my pointed finger, "decided to cap my budget, I'm not allowed to keep expensive parts like that on the shelf. The only things we keep in stores nowadays are bits and pieces that need. I think it’s the uncertainty. The butterflies wondering where the night will end up, or whether there is a chance that the relationship will be consummated. The tension of trying to discover more about the person you are with and whether you are attracted to them. It’s all part of the mating dance that we all learned in high school. But, for the same reasons, new relationships tend to be superficial. You don’t know the other person well enough to honestly judge whether there is true. ‘William, may I ask you something? James and Mr. Whitson, his, er, particular friend . . .’ ‘Very diplomatic of you, Caroline.’ ‘Then it’s true? They are . . .?’ ‘Lovers, I suppose, would be the polite way of saying it. It is a closely guarded secret, though. James will be chagrined to know that you have discovered it.’ ‘Oh, bosh. It changes nothing of my affection for him. It was just a look that passed between them at the Palace.’ ‘It is the sword that my father holds over James’ head. Early. It had a nice ring to it. He liked it. Vic liked cumming. That’s when he thought of Irene Lepicki and what she said about there being more to it then what they did together. Irene was right. Marion showed him that. There’s a lot more to sex then a guy just humping away and dumping his load as quickly as he could. Vic knew now that Irene never came when he fucked her. That’s why she said it was too fast. It WAS too fast. That’s why Vic needed to fuck Irene again. The same was true for.