‘No, Darling!’ Her lips were on mine again and she took hold of my penis. ‘Please don’t put this beautiful cock away.’ We seemed torn betwee... business and pleasure. ‘Just help me look for the right box.’ Obviously, Dorothy also was in a state of suspended passion. Neither of us could decide whether ‘to do or not to do’. I sensed that, although much aroused, she wasn’t sure how involved we should get. I caressed up her legs once more, stooped to kiss her warm thigh, and finally pulled the box. His eyes didn't even bother to meet mine, the fell directly on my chest, the cold wind done exactly what i wanted it to, leaving my nipples hard and pushing against the fabric of my tight blouse.Without he word he crossed his kitchen and grabbed the front of my top, pulling it so hard i stumbled forward as the first few buttons bounced around the floor. His cold expert hands rubbed my tits as he grinned to himself.'I skipped lunch' i told him as i started to get to my knees, but he held my tits. The guy would laugh at thesight of gorgeous Beatrice and her demand that he go along quietly. Hewould sneer at the sight of her swizzle stick arms. Then he'd get athousand punches in 3 seconds from her dainty hands and swizzle stick armsand lapse into unconsciousness.Beatrice was physically weaker than Bart had been and perhaps just alittle bit slower, but the difference was on the order of being able torun from New York to Los Angeles and back in 8 seconds instead of the 6that she'd been able. I'm not sure why.Oh, there have been some who had such emotional baggage that I ended up running screaming in the other direction. But others, women I thought I had good relationships with, would dump me, or cheat on me, then rub my nose in their deceit.This last one had left me with the parting shot that I was boring. Boring? Me? A guy who's met rock stars and pro athletes, who's seen hotel fires and train wrecks, who's often summoned in the middle of the night to shoot storm damage?I guess.