The light of day changed the man, for not only did he see things as they were now, he also saw the beauty in them, what they could be and how much he ...onged to feel your touch when he shaped them.And so he shaped and rejoiced in the gift you had given him, the ability to see and to feel with more than just his senses. In the brightest of your moments, he felt inspired and crafted works of beauty, his imaginations unleashed by you and his intentions pure.But soon after these moments of glory,. I understood that the very good relationship between Emma and me couldn't last forever and though I did my very best to keep it there, I expected it to be back to average sooner or later. But I didn't expect that shit would hit the fan again.Once again it was my friend Michael who put me on alert. He told me that one of his friends had a late lunch at an almost empty small restaurant, not easily seen behind a screen but rather close to George who had received a call on his cell phone. Obviously. I was so nervous but so excited at the same time. He said its about a mile up just off Sunset. He asked me what I was doing and I told him I was just leaving a party, He said he was coming homefrom a bar. We pulled up to his apartment complex and as he was getting out he asked if I wanted to come up for a drink. I nervously said yes. As we walked up the stairs to his apartment I remember being so excited that my cock was already hard. We go in and he tells me to have a seat, it was a small one. Vivienne was watching her, mirroring her movements with her own cup, her lips curving over the rim, opening to inhale the current, her mouth closing in a quick caress upon the hot liquid, her tongue appearing in a brief salacious touch of her upper lip afterwards. The morning light lay across the table in soft edged shadows shifting with the movements of the breeze in the Passion Flower vines. Sarah felt a current stirring her sleeve where it touched her upper arm, and another moving her hem.