I tried to remember and recapture the way I had felt last night. Anxiety at being caught spying by Laura; exhilaration; a strange feeling of strength....I tried to invoke those emotions again. I tried to remember exactly what I had thought as I pushed my will onto Laura. Drop your pencil, I thought again.I felt it again -- a strange sort of resistance, much weaker this time, almost immediately giving way. Melissa's hand twitched and the pencil clattered to the floor. It rolled to a stop almost. I sent the picture as ordered, and after another sleepless night took another late lunch and waited upstairs in Costas from 1:45pm, very very nervously. As each person came up the stairs I watched in anticipation – a young woman, an elderly couple., a teenage boy – all ignored me and sat on other tables. The top floor of the café was not busy but not quiet, and there was subtle background music playing. After 25 mins (it seemed a lifetime) I took a look at my phone and when I looked up saw a. She still stood exactly as before.“You want me to drink it for you?”“No, give it to me.” The distance between our balconies was about a metre. She extended her hand and hesitantly I reached towards her and her fingers closed around the glass and touched my fingers. We stood, like that, looking at each other. She tapped one of her fingers against mine. “That is your good finger, the one you put in your mouth to help me cum, no?”“Yes.”She smiled. “Is good. We have sex the second time we meet.. “Look, bro, when I get down, I look for opportunities. Even stuff where I’m maybe a bit uncomfortable, maybe it’s not my usual-”“I already said I’m not looking for advice,” I interrupted.He sat up and rubbed one of his eyes. “Right. Well, tell you what. If you’re telling me ‘it sucks I became a loser,’ and you’re not looking for any thoughts other than your own on the matter, why don’t I just agree? Yeah, Quinn, it sure sucks you became a loser. If only you could do something about it. If only.