I draw my bow across your delicate sting, and your moans swell in response. The slow strumming of my bow makes over your heated instrument sends thund...rous quakes through your body. In your rhythmic response I realize that this is the perfect medium for this composition. As I gently align my bow to your awaiting tranquillity, you begin to make a harmonious reverberation of pleasure. Like the solo in a Kenny G song, your moans resonate through the house. As I draw my bow across your fine. I have to go get some things I need.’ Nod. Her gaze drops to the car door. He walks away from it awkwardly, leading with his chin. She waits for him to be two arms-lengths away, then turns her head on her left shoulder. ‘You’re twitching.’ He slows, does not stop or turn. ‘Are you cold?’ She knows it is quite the opposite, and wonders if he does. Driving back to the office, Arkady hears his heavy breath around her head, and permits herself the first smile in three days. * There were no things. I opened the door and there stood a young man of around 33, he said "Can you take this parcel for next door" I thought for Gods sake, so I said I would, he asked me to sign and I did, he went and put a note thru their door saying the parcel was here and then he came back and asked me if he could have a cold drink, I said "sure" and in he came.I asked him to sit on the sofa and went into the kitchen and poured a large glass of orange, throwing a towel across my shoulders, God I was so horny, I. " She took out a phone. Kenneth watched her, puzzled. She dialed a single number and spoke into the receiver. Then she handed it to him. "It's for you," she said. Kenneth took the phone, baffled."Hello?" he said."Hello, Kenneth Anderton Arnold," the voice on the other end whirred. "Are you listening?" I…yes. Yes. I'm listening."Tears glistened in Kathleen's eyes. "I'm sorry, Kenneth," she mouthed. Kenneth stared at her, stunned, delirious. "Would you care for a game of solitaire, Kenneth.