A little bit about me; I'm 51 years old 5'5" tall, 36B-29-38 - nothing special, but happy with myself. I decide on wearing my black dress with the sli... up the front that stops mid-thigh, thigh-high stockings and my silver stilettos. I'm going to wear my hair down; I don’t have time to change it. It's almost five so I grab a taxi and head to the bar. I arrive at the bar but I don’t see Mike anywhere. I take a seat on a barstool, order a drink and turn to search the crowd of him. While I’m. The only abnormality is the incapacity to love.The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it.There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive. .. One showed up! A gal about 40 years old who stood a good 5’10” walked in wearing about 4” high heels which made her tower over my 6’ height. She wore a sarong style wrap around her very statuesque figure. I gawked at her while she seemed to coming straight towards me. My mouth was hanging open a little and I don’t think I blinked for about 3 minutes when I heard her say, “Are you the one I need to ask if I want to sing a song?” After what seemed like 5 minutes I answered her, “By all. A tidal wave is released from me to the eager growls and he feverishly consumes my wet as if even a drop could not be wasted. The last quake hits me and my hips collapse. I throw away my now wet pillow and my body goes limp. I begin to drift. But his weight.... I feel it fall over me and press me into my bed. I feel his chest slide up my back and his mouth finds my shoulder. I welcome him with a deep moan, arch into him and present myself to the cock throbbing on my thighs. I desperately rock.