I sat at my terminal, started a job, and then dropped into my recliner. I figured a few minutes rest would be all that I needed.I awoke at 9am to the ...mell of fresh coffee.I was a little disoriented. I lived alone, and had for three years, since my wife died. I got up and saw Sara at the table."Hi," she said, sounding chipper and a little nervous. "I took the liberty of making some coffee." No, no, that's great," I said - or rather slurred. I'm not much good without my morning caffeine. "How. As our lips part, I step back from you and turn around asking if you would help me by unzipping my dress. It is so hard for me to reach around to do it. You quickly grasp the zipper and slowly pull it all the way down from my neck to my waist. As you release the zipper, I turn around to face you just a couple of feet away and I am holding my dress up in front with my hands. As I release my hold, my dress drops to the floor and you smile as I stand before you in nothing more than my black. After a lot of coaxing I went in for a repeat performance and again we got interrupted and I had to go to the toilets and masturbate. He gave me his address and said that if I was ever round that way to drop in. I knew what he wanted or at least thought I did but I resisted the temptation for quite a few days, almost two weeks in fact. Then one evening after a night out with a mate who had got the Tube home, I went around to the address.It probably took me a good half an hour to get up the. Might be good for a few laps around the track, but for the long trip, you want something else.”He grinned. “Oooo-kayyyyy then ... Ellie ... Her mom says you’re a good friend. She used you for a safe place this week.”“I’m her friend, Alex. I would never take advantage of the situation.”“It’s a bad situation,” he said. “And you know how it is when the nights are long and dark and lonely.”“What are you, a poet?”He laughed again. “I had fun with poetry in college. Ellie thinks I’m artistic and.