They were high def pictures so even if I didn't get her face in them, her tattoos would be enough to identify her."I was always so desperate to get in...ide of you," he said. "You were always the best fuck I ever had." Yeah, you always got in, got off, and then got away from me. And all with equal quickness," she spat."Okay, let's make a deal," he said. "Next time, I'll try to be romantic, and you let me take a crack at your ass." And next time maybe you could manage to ask about your kids," she. "Just how the fuck do you think I am?" I ask. "I'm bored. Laying here like this day after day without visitors, without anyone to talk to is driving me crazy!"There is of course no response to that. Why should she? This unseen Angel continues about her business, notes being taken as I hear her lift the chart that's attached to the end of my bed. "How long have I been sleeping?" I wonder, hoping that if it's the afternoon that she'll massage my body, my muscles. I like that. I like the feel of. Admittedly, there were moments of heavy petting over clothes with other girls and an occasional hand inside of a bra, but the ultimate score continued to elude me. There so many doubles and triples a guy can hit before growing frustrated at not reaching home. The late 1970’s found me in college, pretty far from home, my family and friends. This was a totally alien experience to me. I was completely out of my comfort zone. I stayed at the school dormitory for athletes. I was a member of the. So told me that she was missing me and I told her that am so horny for her that am going to masturbate immediately we end the call. She laughed and said no problem as far as I don't have extramarital affair. I told her I love her so much to do that to her. I asked her about her work and she told me that its going well. After another round of pleasantries, we professed our love to each other and hung up. I smiled if only she knew what I've been doing behind her back since, I wouldn't have a.