Relaxing before a real fire is even better. Zoæ avoided the couch and settled herself in a leather recliner besides the fire, adjusting the angle to ...avour her sore body before turning her attention to the room. Seated in the other recliner, my customary chair, I watched the firelight reflected in her eyes as we continued to talk and relax as the flames danced, the logs turning slowly to ashes whilst we took the first steps towards friendship.Zoæ's introspection seemed to have been resolved, at. I noticed that none of thisgave him an erection like before. Then he put me back down on the floor,gave me a pat on the butt and said, "Now scamper back to Mommy and dowhatever she tells you." Staying on my hands and knees, I followed Mom outof the room and down the hall to Randy's room.Inside Randy's room I suffered the same treatment. Except that he did havethe key. After handing it to Mom and apologizing, he asked that Mom bringme by once more, before she put me out back, so that he could. After years I messaged him, “Hi.”He replied the next day with a “Hi, how are you?” We chatted long on my way back from the office to home. When my car was about to reach home, I stopped messaging. That night I thought about Mani. He was yet to be married. I did not want him to know my sluttiness. So I immediately blocked him on Facebook.Mani tried to reach me through Instagram and LinkedIn. I blocked him there too. My body was craving badly to be pleasured. I came across the story of Madhan. I. I had to be honest my Mother already knew the answers before asking the questions my reply was I’m just reaching for the glass ‘don’t remember your Father in morning get in that thing you call a car and if possible drive home’At ten in the morning the new owners arrived at the flat I gave the keys over patted my Fiesta ‘s roof and turned the key hoping the car would start after a couple of asthmatic coughs the engine staggered into life as we drove off I told the car not to take any notice of.