Oh well. Benny held onto his money for awhile because he wasn’t sure he wanted to stay in the area. When real estate tanked bargains were everywhere... and he took his time, finally deciding on a small two bedroom house with four acres of land. He paid cash for it. It was in good shape and he kept it neat as a pin. He let me hold his hand as he gave me the tour. For some undefined reason this pleased me no end. I admired his vegetable garden, and the flower beds would have put Martha Stewart to. Just a wee bit embarrassed at being caught in her bedroom, I answered, “Yeah ... And lonely too.”I told her, “I thought I’d try out what you mentioned to me about imagining something and then being there.” I paused, then added, “I wanted to see if it worked.”“Well, tell me. Did it work?” Stacey said with a hint of a smile in her voice.“No. It didn’t,” I sent off to her as a retort. “I just have a good imagination. I just think I’m here in your bedroom with you.”“Oh, really,” came her reply.. The realization that I was the one responsible for her pleasure, the knowledge that it was possible for me to give so much pleasure to a girl, thrilled me and filled me with awe. I had been so worried about how I would act with a girl if given the opportunity, and now I had the assurance that I could give pleasure in its fullest measure.Laurie's tremors had stopped and she now lay completely still. Her eyelids fluttered open and she smiled weakly at me. "Oh, God, Danny, I can't even begin to. But privately, growing more and more aware of her body’s reaction to the excitement, as it instinctively moves back or presses forward against open hands and errant fingers. She continues to make her way closer to the platform. A reed caught in the swell of fast rising water, she pushes herself onward. Wanting, needing to be closer. To see the anguish in these men’s eyes, to watch as their look shifts to a brief, yet brilliant flash of hope as the moment looms ever closer, to witness the final,.