Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2005 22:53:49 +0000
From: palouse1@hotmail.com
Subject: Where To?

     "Where to?"

    "Next block, turn right.  You can park anywhere along
the curb."

    "This is a nice neighborhood.  You lived here long?"

     "About three years.  I sort of inherited the place from
my old roommate.  He decided to go back to Boise last
spring."

     "So no new roommate since?"

     "Nope.  Relax."

     "It's cool you can afford it on your own.  Places are so expensive."

     "You live alone?"

     "Um, I'm married actually.  Remember?"

     "Oh, that's right.  Sorry."

     "No, I'm sorry.  Don't want to be awkward or anything."

     "No problem."

     "Can I fit in there?"

     "I think so.  Want me to get out and guide you?"

     "No, that's OK.  Let me just lean over here to make sure I can see."

     "Good leverage there?"

     "Sorry - slipped."

     "That's OK.  Felt good."

	.  .  .  .

     "This is nice - bigger than I expected from the outside."

     "Thanks.  You want something to drink?"

     "You have a beer?"

     "Sure, I'll join you."

     "Whoa, you really sink into this thing.  I may never be able to get
back out."

     "That's the idea."

     "Mmmm.  Good point."

     "So, uh, what would you like to do?"

     "Aside from the obvious?"

     "I mean like specifically. You know.  I don't do this too often."

     "Me neither.  I seldom get away from the family and all."

     "Yeah, that must be difficult."

     "Yeah."

     "Maybe we should just let things happen, y'know?  See what develops."

     "OK."

     "I like the way you kiss."

     "Thanks.  You kiss really great too."

     "That feels good."

     "Good.  You're bigger than I thought you'd be."

     "What'd you base that on?"

     "Sorry.  You're just big."

     "You feel pretty good sized too."

     "Nah, nothing special."

     "We'll see."

     "Great."

     "I love hairy chests."

     "I love smooth guys.  Really gets me."

     "Good.  Oh, yes, that's good."

     "More?"

     "Definitely."

	.  .  .  .

     "You want to wash up?"

     "In a minute.  This feels good"

     "I know.  Can I ask something?"

     "Sure."

     "Are you that slow and careful and all with your wife?"

     "Sometimes.  I sort of lost control there at the end.  Was it too
rough?"

     "No, it was amazing.  The contrast."

     "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

     "Not at all.  You did notice I liked it."

     "Yeah, I did.  I have the evidence to prove it too, all over me."

     "Sorry."

     "No, I like that.  It's sexy.  Especially on you, on your smooth skin.
It gets all matty on me."

     "I like that, that it'll stay stuck in your hair."

     "I thought you wanted me to wash up."

     "Courtesy question. There's time."

     "True.  Can I ask something?"

     "Sure."

     "Feel like doing that to me?"

     "Mmmmm, I'll need a little time.  Refractory periods and all."

     "Maybe a little encouragement would help."

     "That - oh yeah, that'll definitely help."

	.  .  .  .

     "You really like this, don't you."

     "It's - amazing.  So unique."

     "Your wife can't do this, huh?"

     "Nope.  Physical impossibility.  Oh yeah, come on now."

     "I am baby.  I am."

     "Uh.  Good - good."

	.  .  .  .

     "Thanks a lot. This was great."

     "You're welcome.  I had a good time too."

     "Well, I've got your number - can I call sometime?"

     "Sure, of course.  Can I call you?"

     "Um, better not - I have to be careful."

     "Oh, right.  No problem.  Well, call me OK?"

     "Promise.  Bye."

     "Bye."

     Let's see.  Keys, watch, cell, pen . . .  Get the tie back on . . .
Lucky no one blocked me in here . . . Freeway should be quick from here.

     Oh, shit - what was his name?