Another tiny flash: I am kneeling on the soft carpet before the love seat, between thin but muscly thighs. A little rose tattoo on the inner left thig..., just below the fold. Soft strawberry blonde curls on her mound. Lips glistening. Total scent of arousal. I kiss my way up to the tattoo, feel the soft ends of her hairs tickling my cheek. I look into her eyes; she is lusting, impatient, breathing shallowly. Can I do this? Her right hand weaves into my short curly hair, directing me to her. " "I have it in my hair. I am tired of gold. I do not want gold. I wish for but three things. Wilt thou give them to nee?" Demetrios felt that she was going to demand the impossible. He looked at her anxiously. But she began to smile and said in a slow voice, "I wish for a silver mirror to reflect my eyes in my eyes. "Thou shalt have it. What more wishest thou? Say quickly." "I wish a comb of carved ivory to plunge into my hair like a net into the sunlit water." "Then?" "Thou wilt give me my. I just need some time alone. I want to readsomething."* * *I heard them all go to sleep not too long after that - it WAS kind oflate. Roger came into my room to say goodnight, and ask if I neededanything before he went to bed. Part of me wanted him not to go to bed,and to pay attention to me instead. But the other part of me was too proudfor that. I said 'goodnight' coldly, and waited for him to go to sleep. Icould tell that the three of them were all actually asleep. And I feltannoyed, lonely. Opening her door, he offered her a hand and together they walked until they were behind the hill, so no one could see them. Althea sat down, massaging her breasts further, her nipples as hard as diamond."So, what is sex?" Althea asked."Well, I've always considered sex to be a manifestation of love for your partner in where both people passionately embrace and give each other pleasure. But, the keystone for sex is usually that one person undresses the other and vice versa, and then their.