I closed the book, locked it and set it beside the chair. Oh, there were so many other stories I wanted to tell, so many tales of the "ancestors". I l...oked across the room again at the picture of Mike and the companion picture on the other end of the shelf. A young me in a simple white dress with flowers in my hair clutched an equally young Mike by his arm. He looked so handsome in his uniform. The day we were married. After all that had happened, I was able to experience an old saying I had. Funny that some pansexuals such as ourselves will be open to anything and then end up with nothing. It's a matter of standards, it's a matter of wanting to be single and it's a matter of simply not being the desperate kind, believe me!Charlie and I met through friends a few years back and found it funny that not only did we share the same birthday, we were both single for the same duration and had suffered that particular drought for the same amount of time. Well I did end up having sex a few. "The girl nodded. "I've seen things that, at the time, were more terrifying. My father's face, the day he got fired and we had to face the depression with no money, no jobs, nothing. The despair on all the faces, not sure where their next meal was coming from. And the war. Can you imagine the horror of watching your squad, your friends, torn apart by machine guns and mortars as you try to capture a tiny piece of coral that no-one had ever heard of?" She shook her head. "Of course you can't. But. What you don’t know is that my sister was with us on our trip. She remembers you well, and insists that I don’t forget your arse. And I’m going to couple a few strokes with something else I picked up in Amsterdam. Take your clothes off!’ I started to untie the bow on my blouse, but my Mistress beckoned me and did it for me, pushing the material gently off my shoulders, and kissing my breasts as she did so, sucking my nipples until they grew hard, and I felt the familiar tingling build in my.