The shaven headed Hero rode his motorcycle up our driveway clad in jeans and a T-shirt. I met him in place of Catherine. She was busy finishing up the...last touches on a rare problem from Boris.“Shaved?”“Lice. Unless we spent a fortune on a good hotel, the beds were suspect. What does she need measurements for?”“Customization. Clarissa is here too with Hoverbike, as a demonstration model. Since you live on your bike, she wants to make it perfect.”“There is a lot of speculation about that woman.. The last time we shared a double bed was when we were k**s I guess. Our parents were planning on going straight to bed. So we decided to get a couple of bottles of wine in and have a chat about all sorts of things, mainly about relationships as we were both at a point of being single again after failed marriages.The conversation moved on to sex, not sure where we started on this, but I seem to remember saying that I always feel horny staying at hotels, although unfortunately nearly always on. It scared me. I didn't want the power. It made me ashamed. I didn't have her purity of emotion. I felt I never would. It made me feel poor, a mistress's son, a gigolo in training."What does it feel like?" I asked. She looked at me puzzled and then horrified. "I'm sorry. I don't understand." You have to!" she yelled."Then tell me," I said quietly. "Please."She took a damp breath and said, "It can't be explained. Millions of words and no one's got it down." Try," I insisted."I dreamed of today. I thrash my head and with my feeblearms try to push the beast back, but he pins my wrists behind my headwith one hand pulls my ankle even higher with the other as he thrustsagain, deeper than before. His pelvic bone bangs into my ass cheeks. Hiscock is buried deep inside me, and the fire has spread from my colon deepinto my belly. When I take my first breath, the flame spread to my lungs.I expel it with a shriek."Oh yeah, that's a tight ass. I like that tight ass." He drums ten shortstrokes.