They weren’t paying attention, immersed in their own conversation. She turned her head back around and sat in the stool that met at the other side o... the corner of the bar that Jen’s seat did. “So, what do you do?” Sara asked, smiling. “I’m an Air Force pilot.” Jen responded, slowly spinning her glass in her fingers. “Wow, that’s neat.” A minute or so of silence passed, and the music playing became more apparent for the lack of conversation. Suddenly Sara lunged at Jennifer, pressing their lips. "Besides, being male is highly overrated. Who needs any of them?"Pamala smiled."Nobody. Nobody really needs a male around anymore," Julia said,answering her own question. "In fact, I rather like the idea of havinghim all soft and vulnerable and completely dependent on me," Juliadeclared. "We're never going back to where we were. The less masculinehe is the better."Pamala couldn't have been more pleased. Julia had evolved considerablysince their first contact. She half expected a reluctant wife. ." My voice trailed off.The gleam in Lois Mortenson's eye told me that she knew exactly what I wanted. "Oh I think I can help." She looked down to where my groin was hidden by the bed sheet and the unseen pyjama pants I was still wearing. "Normally this is a job for one of the nurses," she smiled as she reached in and patted my penis, but I think that on this occasion that it might be fun if I took the opportunity to help you out. I mean--" the smile turned to a laugh "--you can't be in there. And I was letting him.What would he do? Would he just gaze a bit, then ask me to pull up mytrousers as he resumed his assault on his popcorn?Not bloody likely.Tentatively at first, as if he were seeking permission, Derek eased hisright hand onto my left thigh, just above the stocking top. He strokedthe area where bare skin met garter strap and nylon.By his intake of breath, I could tell that he was thrilled.He couldn't tell much from my breath, since I hadn't taken one in quitea while.He.