"Well city slicker, there's a dance in the Mechanics Hall tonight, they put on a good supper at half time and Claude Warren and his band make very goo... music. Nothing like you folk from the big smoke are used to but we enjoy it." I'm just a country boy love, so I guess I'll have to go along and check it out." I just might save you a dance then."She gave me directions to the hall so I drove Alchemy over to find a parking spot with the intentions of overnighting. There was a vacant block next to. Luckily there werenames on the office doors. I spotted some mail in pigeon holes at thefar end which gave me the excuse to pass all the doors, trying todisguise my reading of all the nameplates. I spotted mine about twothirds of the way down but by then my two assistants, Mark and Annette,again easily recognised from my office party photos, were standing bythe mail boxes and had caught sight of me, both gaping at my new fringe.It was a lot easier than I had expected to pick up all I needed to. "Maria, are you ok?" he asked, "Can I help?" "It's ok, I'm all done now, just a touch of backache." Maria told him. "You sure?" Steve continued, "Look I'm just making a pot of tea, would you like one?" "If you're offering, I certainly would. Maria replied, gratefully, "Give me a moment and I'll come round." Maria dropped the washing basket in the kitchen and crossed over to Steve's house. The back door was open and Steve had already made the pot of. But like every adolescent I learned the joy of an orgasm and spent a fair amount of time fantasizing about what it would be like to be with a girl. And Connie lived rent free in my mind. Had she known the number of times I looked at a polaroid photograph I swiped out of her boyfriend’s gym locker she would have thought I was a real pervert.I enlisted in the navy right out of high school because the draft was breathing down my neck. Connie, the vision in my head with nearly every jerk off.