As we continued to enjoy our food, the conversation slowly became less awkward. She dived into her interest in computers.“I always loved how compute...s worked. The way a simple line of code can affect how a program will function. I also love the hardware side of things. How each component works in unison with the others,” she explained. “What about you, has anything stuck so far?”“Well not really, I don’t mind math, but it’s not something I’m strongly passionate about,” I tell her. “Although I. But I do not believe in beating or harming someone as you just stated.’ She had looked sheepish and started to apologise but I stopped her before she said anything more. ‘I love you as you well know but I will never lay a hand on you even if I caught you in bed with anyone else or the other person because you both made a choice to get into that position. So even though I would be traumatised by your actions I would try to walk away. I cannot and will not punish you for your actions because I. When I reached for the hem of my shirt to pull it off, Wendy said, “Stop! That’s my job.” Coming over to me, she slowly and sensually pulled my shirt and undershirt up and off of me, stacking them on the chair behind me. As she set the garments down she leaned in near my ear and whispered, “Now it’s your turn,” at the same time taking my hands in hers and placing them at the waist of her top. Now I knew I had made a wonderful decision! I slowly pulled her top up and off, revealing a very full. Then before Christmas 1999, after a works Christmas party,I could not get a taxi.so one of the guys I worked with, said come back to mine we can have a drink and I will call you a taxi home from there.I knew he was gay, well we thought he was, even though he spoke about his girlfriend, we all knew it was his boyfriend.When I got to his flat I knew I was pretty drunk, and declined a drink, he booked me a cab which would take 40 minutes,so I said I will have a coffee which I made,then I sat down.