Come on, wake up, hands. Get to work. Type something. Anything. I touch the plastic squares again, pressing until I feel them give. One key, another, ...nother… several depress in quick succession and a quiet, familiar tapping ensues. Yes! It's a blissful sound. I'm relieved to hear it.My happiness, however, is short lived. It's abruptly shattered as I read the words at the top of the screen - Once upon a time…"Once upon a time?" I glare, disbelieving. "What the fuck is that? I write erotica, not. I could hear her saying, " That's it, that it, fuck me baby, make me feel it, make me cum." Pushing her pelvis up at me and screaming, " Deeper, deeper." Grinding her pubic hair into me, churning her little hips, like she hadn't been fucked, in a long long time.I couldn't take it and I started screaming, " Nooo, noooo." Stop lady, stop." Don't do that." Agghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shit, Nooooooooooooooooooooo."All of a sudden, she let go of me and pushed up on my hips, making my dick come out of her. On the surface, it didn’t seem like that big a deal. So he was at the same party. Big deal. Then little details that she hadn’t paid any attention to before came flooding back in glaring relief. The mystery guy’s build was the same as Jeff’s, he wore the same cologne and it mixed with his natural scent the same way, the way he touched her was exactly the same touch Jeff would use when giving her a massage or working a cramp out for her, in the dark she’d felt a bracelet on his wrist and. We both worked in the close quarters of the small kitchen, me as the prep and lead cook, her as a salad prep and line cook. The job was hard, and it seemed that Diana and I got closer and closer as the days passed by. We often confided in each other as to the problems she was having at home, her husband of three years didn’t understand her frustrations of never having had an orgasm during their weekly “routine” sex. Diana and I had flirted with the idea of being together, but still held off,.