And so did three others. That was five. Jeri didn’t raise her hand, and I turned to look at her. She gave me a slight sideways shake of her head.“...ll those in opposed to the motion?”Six hands went up, including Jeri’s. If she was trying to teach me a lesson, I was going to be very put off. If she was doing it because I refused to listen to her advice, I was going to be even more upset. And if she was doing it because she disagreed with what I was saying, she’d have my resignation the minute we. At my job, I looked at every woman with desperate desire. Didn't matter if she was old and wrinkled, or a hundred pounds overweight. My friends were gone, my ex was gone, my family was 3,000 miles away. I was one screwed up son-of-a-bitch. I have a feeling my coworkers recognized the deterioration. The poor guy's a zombie, neither dead, nor alive, graduated but not gone. Ignore him. He looks at all the women like that.The masturbation only made the loneliness worse. In the evening I returned to. Another detour or two, to see if there might be a food-one in one of the many meadows, and arrived at her destination ahead of her intended prey. She knew where she would wait. The top of a flat rock fifteen feet from the game trail, and ten feet above, it was one of her favorites. The light breeze was in her face, there was no need to go further up the trail to the place she liked on the other side. The muscles rippled under her skin. Her every sense was alive and vibrant. Her eyes, nose, ears. I’ll bring a couple of music CD compilations of mine as well.” Then as Don moved to the back door, I turned and grabbed a jar of vaseline from the shelf. Don saw this, raised his eyes, questioning me.“Let’s see if we can have you get some arse before the nights out. There’s nothing better than vaseline if you want that to happen.” I noted that for the first time, the worried look left his face, as he contemplated the benefits the night might bring.“You don’t need to bring the wine, we have.