It's thick and not terribly flexible, about three feet long and four inches wide. The last few inches of it has five holes in it.Once I've calmed down...enough, he'll come to my corner and once again take me by the upper arm and steer me towards the bed. I know what to do - I lay down with the stack of pillows under my hips with my head at the top of the bed. He takes up position to the side of the bed with the strap and I feel it lightly rest on my bottom while he gets his distance right. Then. I do hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did, writing it. This text is addressed to him, referred as ‘you’ throughout the narrative. I get of my tiptoes, on top of my heels and slide my hands around the back of your neck, stretching my body against yours like a big cat. I push my back onto you, i can feel your smile, your grin, burning my skin, as your hands travel up from my waist, to my breasts, now, defiantly daring gravity, under your cupped hands. I feel your hardness growing against my. I'd already apologized, in the event anyone was listening, for the quality of the fuel I'd had to buy at the last stop. Choices are few out here, and I didn't know where I'd find a fueling station on The Highway.I was amazed at how calmly I was taking all this. Here I am about to travel further than human imagination, and it was like I was just taking a quick break at the rest stop before tooling home.I'd called my brother and asked him to look after my house. Told him to keep the car for a. ’ ‘Sounds like you’ve decided to walk the aisle.’ (Or walk the plank.) ‘I was hoping to wait a couple years before saying ‘I do’.’ ‘What do you want in a wife? Don’t default and allow the money go to the wrong place.’ ‘Oh boy.’ (Sounds like a death sentence with six months to go.) ‘Why not start with that box of applications. Ask the Women’s Center to help sort them, narrow the quantity and perhaps you can find someone.’ (Whoopee.) Uncle Jessie had already made the choice. (Curse you Uncle.