”“So you are from here then?” Yes, I was born here.” They wanted to know where I went to high school and I told them. “That’s religious, r...ght?”[I’d often day dreamed about going back to confront the religious sisters with stories about my sister nymph goddesses and it turns out there were other opportunities to express my feelings]“Yeah and I didn’t like it but I was taught to be really afraid of girls. I was so shy. When I landed at that dairy job, in a very remote place about one hundred. He dressed well and wore a suit and tie when leaving the house. His white shirt was starched stiff and ironed by Mom, then me when I was older. His ties were silk, his shoes, wingtips and he always wore a hat. All except the ties and shirts were of a brown hue, darker than his tan complexion which made him appear lighter in color. He had a knack with knots. I loved to watch him knot his ties, typically with a Windsor or Hanover knot. Superstitious, the day’s tie selected was dependent on. His old helmet had been based on the design of a motorcycle helmet, though not quite as big and bulky. This new helmet was along the lines of a ski mask – with no eye or mouth holes. His old face guard was a stiff layer of aligned plastic (the atoms of the plastic were aligned to make it nearly as strong as steel and virtually shatter proof); there was only a very small face guard in the new helmet – just a long, thin strip that covered both eyes. His old HUD had been displayed on circuits. As the first heat of my orgasm flushed outward, the room went dark as they rolled up into my eye lids. I was fingering so fast that it came more rapidly than usual. I started fingering spastically in the peak of my orgasm but managed to get my rhythm back as I instinctively held my breath to make it last. When I emptied my lungs, I felt the exhaustion in my body and flopped onto the couch next to our host. I was breathing heavily and perspiring. Katie brought me a cool wet washcloth and put it.