However from the corner of my eye the frotteur looked slightly interesting if somewhat different.As usual the underground train was squashed with the ...sardines' that made up the commuters of the early morning rush hour. Packed so tightly that one could hardly breathe, and if one did it was air that carried so much halitosis and stale sweat that it was almost possible to see it in a toxic cloud.Either this guy was horny or he carried a packed-lunch in his pants to keep it warm, and he was trying. I’m sorry for the bad timing, but I meant what I said. We’ll talk tonight if you’re feeling better. I must go now, I’m late. Goodbye.’ With that she went, leaving me feeling desolate. The ‘Goodbye’ had sounded so final. I wanted to stay in the bed but the sheets were too damp after a night’s cold sweat. When I threw them off me, I saw they were riddled with the unmistakable stain of semen — a good job Wendy had not seen that, I thought — and only then did I remember the dreams. As I recalled. More

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