That was the kickoff for my second workweek in New York. It rained all day Sunday and into Monday, and the sun remained hidden most of the week. But M...rtha kept up the pace. We went to an offBroadway play Monday and Wednesday, to a lecture by Ray Bradbury on Tuesday. She scheduled something to do every night and kept us up late until, by Thursday, Martha could hardly wake in the mornings. And neither could I.Thursday morning at breakfast I mentioned that I was getting into heavier workouts at. She smiled at me and took my hand. “Hey, you!” she grinned, her voice filled with amusement. It sounded like music to me.“Am I dead?” I asked.“Do you FEEL dead?” she asked, answering me with her own question.“How would I know what being dead felt like?” I asked, smiling myself. We’d sometimes play this game, asking questions until we couldn’t think of a way to avoid answering.“How would you know what feeling alive felt like?” she asked with an arched eyebrow.“That’s a low-blow,” I said to her,. Under normal conditions, she would be overjoyed at playing with Steve, but a variety of distractions were at work. She needed to go home for one!Another was the anger of Christa O'Neil, a girl whom Kirk had never even talked to, though they were in the same grade. Christa had power to hurt Erika, and she knew it. She cringed at the unfolding scenerio. O'Neil had a way of tearing strips off 'upmobiles' which was one of her milder terms for competitors from lower economic status than she, and in. By early evening I was exhausted. Leka had completely drained my balls, I had emptied them over her tits three times by then.Leka showered to clean herself up, then returned to bed with me. I fell asleep, my head nestled in between her enormous breasts.After an hour or so I awoke, and got dressed. Leka and I said our farewells as she walked me out. She had put on purple panties with a matching slinky see-through baby-doll. I fondled her tits and ass as we walked out to the exit where a taxi was.