Chilati bhi uun. Koi baachane wala bhi nahin hain. Meri pallu ko pakad k amit mujhe apnea ur kheechata hain. Main apni sare ko chod k bhagne ki kosish...karti huun aur is ka parinaam yeh hota hain ki main sirf blouse aur petticoat me reh jati huun. Wahan amit haste hua meri aur dekhta hain. Mainapne haatho se apne stank o chupane ki kosish karti huun. Uska nazar mujhe darawna lag raha tha. Mere paas aane ki kosish karta hua amit meri hath ko pakad ta hain. Main usee churane ke liye uske haath ko. "Then, she threw an unexpected question at me."How many girls have you had sex with?" I'd come to know Julia well enough to realize that this query was not borne of jealousy or insecurity, but simply curiosity. I was comfortable with giving her an honest answer. I began to count in my mind ... Kaci, Lily, Evie, Diana. And I probably had to count Lucy Green, who I'd bedded prior to my transfer to this timeline. I elected to adopt the Bill Clinton definition of sex, which means I would leave out. Anna and mom would both come to my apartment, when I requested and neither knew of the other, thankfully. I dated, though most ended disastrously while mom or Anna would come over and help me with my sexual stress.School was great - fucking mothers and Anna's faces was great. Dating was crap.You see, I had learnt some interesting things in the years leading to my living alone - for one, woman were for pleasure. They were to be at my call, to suck me at a smile to spread their legs to fuck when. This must be from your association with me." I imagine the effect would pass completely in time if you were no longer here." He winced at the pang of loss that passed through him. He couldn't contemplate her being gone."How did you do that?" she asked."I remembered ... no, I relived the mugging. And the thing that triggered it..." He felt the change come over him again, " ... was thinking you were in danger. Maybe it's not self-defense that brings it on, maybe it's the need to defend you that.