” She stepped out of the doorframe with her tiny robe barely secured and threatening to come open, just to make sure he had her number.--June's ride...home to his apartment was a blur; the clothes he wore smelled of her, which brought back his memories of their Uber together. He could feel phantom fingers between his legs and felt the blood rushing until the ride was almost over. “Thanks,” he muttered before he adjusted himself and slid out of the car after grabbing his bag, feeling the sun. Uh, let me take a minute to change my clothes.”“Do you need to stop at your hotel before the meeting?” the woman asked in an irritated voice. It wasn’t like any hotel in New York would let him check in before 2 p.m.“I don’t have a hotel,” Phil admitted.“You’ll never get one on short notice,” the woman told him.“Oh, I won’t need one,” Phil said. “I’m flying out to Los Angeles tonight. I only came here to meet with Mr. Balsam.”“We can stop at a travel plaza for you to change,” she decided. “It. We were starting to all get boners for no reasons, all the time. We jerked off as much as possible, which helped a little, but was never enough to satisfy our constant raging hormonal desires. We were a long way from having sex with girls.The summer my life change we were all down by the local creek in the “swimmin’ hole” near where we lived. We always skinny dipped in the cool water then dried off in the hot sun on the mossy bank until it was time to go back in or go home.I was naked and. By lunch-time, I've already zoned out. Other people's chatter blends into a white noise in the background, and the names and numbers on my computer screen blend into an illegible soup, with no chance of getting my full attention until Monday morning now. Finally, the magic hour comes around and everyone makes their own way off in their little cliques, wishing each and all a pleasant weekend as 48 hours of freedom beckon them all.I quickly depart the office and make my way a short way down the.