" No. But it was still loving," Sora said. "I'd never trust any other man to pound me like that. Three times." Three times?" Courtney exclaimed. "Shit..." Yeah. You know what, though? Now I'm ready to just curl up and snuggle in the arms of my lover. I wouldn't mind if you three snuggled with us if you want. It would make me feel even more loved." Sora's words were apparently all that was needed. Clothes started flying and before long all five of us were cuddled naked in bed. And before long, we. As I walked over to turn on the lights, Glenda came in, carrying her cup. She said, "How long have you been sitting out here? Did you need some privacy?" Not really, Glenda, just thinking about some projects."Glenda poured herself some more coffee and sat with me. She asked, "Are you worrying over what to do in Germany? That is a great compliment from a country like that."I said, "They probably just want some new manufacturing blood to spur their own into action. We'll probably have a rebuild. What I was feeling was less fear of other men than a fear of the circumstances about me. Unreasoned fear – fear of the unknown – is often derided as childish, ridiculed as primitive or denigrated as less than civilised. On the other hand it is a survival trait. Hormonal, certainly a product of the endocrynal system, for less sophisticated ancestors it was a useful signal – a suggestion that now is the time to leave, not hang around, come back later. As well as opposable thumbs, speech and fire. They looked soft as a cake. Any touch but hers might mangle their sleek perfection. She hung the kameez along with rest of the clothes at the hooks at the wall. Oh what wouldn’t I give to be one of those hooks? I would shiver in anticipation all day, wondering what cloth she’d decide to hang on me tomorrow. I would quarrel with the rest of the hooks, who would all be either lusty bastards or pretentious saints. Some would pretend to desire her more than me, but they would know too that it.