I must admit" Stephen repeated, his eyes fixed upon the hem line as I slid my index finger along its edge. Then his eyes moved back up to me. "But I a...so wonder what you did on this beautiful past weekend?" "I went to Atlantic City with a friend" I spoke up, still caressing my hem line. "I had a marvelous time. In fact, we had a great time on the way there." I slid my hand further beneath my skirt and let my fingers slide along the inside of my thigh. Stephenn watched my hand as it brought more. The keyboard shifted the roller down several spaces. Another message was about to come in. Then the type head clattered as if a ghost figure, invisible, sat there and typed."WAKE UP, STARSHELL. WE NEED TO TALK."Absolute panic gripped her body. She wanted to scream. She wanted to rush out of her apartment, rush out of the city, run, run, run, as she'd run once before. She stood there, sickened, shattered, swaying. She froze for long moments. There was only the sighing of the nightwind on her. Massages were offered regularly, many times rejected to use to use the time fuckingmy first receiving massage was like a revelation, laying face down on the bed, nakedmassage oil all over my back and warm hands rubbing my whole body was the most sensual feeling, even better if you have a couple relationship with the masseur as the transition to happy ending is simple. These massages became a regular happening with initial procedure was to lay down the massaged on his side with the body. Mere fantasists. I understood, believe me. I myself had failed to show up for more than a few dubious get-togethers with strangers.So Frank was stuck with me. Just me. I liked it that way; Frank didn’t. I was jealous. Covetous, I guess, is the better word. I wanted that big pleasurable magic wand of his all to myself. Although...if that mythical third person had turned out to be a top, like Frank, and no matter who went first with me, I would have been able to experience the rare pleasure and.