I need to go back to the beginning to explain how simple the answer is. ———- When we first met we were shy, awkward, and acne covered. Oh, yeah ... . . one other deal breaker. We were geeks. Taped-glasses, pocket protectors, mismatched clothing, the works. She was chemistry major with an emphasis in materials applications. I was a mechanical engineering major with an emphasis in industrial process. We met at a job fair towards the end of our senior year. Whittenstone Industries was looking for. For Christ's sake, wipe your lice-infested cunt before you pull up your skanky panties."I stepped down. Nora followed me out the door, removing the "Out of Order" sign as we left."How'd I do?" I asked Nora as we walked out of the restaurant."Perfect. You're certainly not the shrinking violet I thought you were." Ah, Nora, that wasn't me in the ladies room. That was a persona I took on to get our point across."Nora huffed a laugh. "Well, if the skanky cunt didn't get the point, she's too dense. ’ ‘Don’t stop talking about them,’ pleaded the middle-aged man. Shelley chuckled. ‘Like a bit of boob-chat, do we? I guess it should have been obvious from that boner. It looks huge. Get it out, let’s have a look.’ The man hesitated, then stood and pulled down the pants, extracting his stiff dick with difficulty. His balls hung low, heavy, and taut. His erection looked incredibly frustrated. Emma felt sorry for him. She realised this was in the name of science, but she wanted to see those. A woman has needs, and mine have built steadily. I worried that I would be left to satisfy myself for the rest of my lonesome life, gasping in the dark on my own fingers. Most called my hands graceful, and usually I agreed, but in the dark their slenderness was hateful. But I fretted for nothing. My thief was simply concerned with timing. The third day was Valentine's Day. I heard the old hinges shrill in my dreams, ringing through the fairytale rivers and fields, but slept on for the moment..