M. till three p.m., in the afternoons.When they arrived Fritz was very insistent that Hans should visit his apartment. Hans was happy to do so, overjo...ed by the dissolution of his sexless existence. The events of the day thus far, had sent his mind into turmoil and Hans couldn’t wait for their next encounter to begin. He was horny and wanted to be propelled into an advanced program of sexual enlightenment. Self-gratification had become tedious and Hans was ready to cross the Rubicon. Fritz’s. "Trevor!" he replied. "I'm here to hold the flag for my wife, she knows the bride from her school days but she was also invited to an interstate affair, a birthday party with another school friend and it was that friend that scored her presence"."You would think a wedding would take priority", she said as she took a hot sausage roll from the circulating waitress. "My wife is quite religious", he said as he also helped himself to the array of hot finger food. "She believes that a wedding should. I absolutely did. Gimme a fucking break, man.It's been a year since I got laid and Madame Hand needs a break. I justwant to feel a real woman for once. So, I call. Awkwardly. Stumblingaround what I want. They have someone new and I'm all for it. Sure.Slight discount since they aren't known. Kind of a training thing.Waiting for her (Destiny) was terrible. I had to use the bathroom sixtimes because my damn stomach kept tying itself in knots. The knockcame and I peeked outside. Short,. Then her eyelids. Then the hair at her temples. His lips would linger at her earlobe, her throat. When his tongue created a hot wet swath along the length of her neck, she would moan softly, thrust her fingers into his hair and urge his mouth back to hers. They would exchange swift words whose details would be swiftly forgotten but whose meaning would always be remembered, words of love and wonder and passion and need. Then David would kiss her again, in a raw and powerful way.