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Subject: {ASSM} Mirrored Reversal (Chapter 4)
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Date: Mon, 21 Mar 2016 06:10:03 -0400
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Mirrored Reversal (Chapter  4)
 
    Wandering from room to room of  the old house, my hand brushing the 
wood, loving the feel and look.   Pulling closed the pocket doors in the walls, 
then closing them again.   Looking up at the stairway to the second floor, 
seeing old dark wood  balustrade.  The house slowly coming to life, as am I. 
 Making  memories and learning about my body and mind and emotions.
    Sliding my hand along the  banister as I rise up the stair and then 
turning to the stairway to the  attic.  Opening the door and seeing the motes 
of dust swirling slowly in  the sunlight filling the room.
    Finding trunks as kneel down on  the floor, sorting through the old 
clothing, some of it out of date and some  that could still pass as usable if 
the size is correct or close.  I know  that I can't modify it at present; but 
who knows what the future will  bring.
    Pulling out a off white or  ivory, or just aged peasant blouse, string 
adjustment to wear it in a scoop  neck or off the shoulders.  Then finding a 
wide leather belt.  A  couple of black skirts, one to the knees and the 
other below the knees so  it would look.  Checking the attic door and stripping 
off my robe and  taking the blouse and pulling it over my head, tying the 
string tight for a  scoop neck.  Then taking the two skirts to the settee and 
trying on the one  to the knees. and the other below the knees.  Not sure 
how they would wear  on my tall frame; but not bad, either one.  Actually 
deciding that old they  still look stylish.  Taking the wide belt and cinching 
it and seeing that a  nice look; but needing a bit more and loosening the 
string and adjusting it to  be an off the shoulder look.  My wide shoulders 
and tanned skin, giving me  sort of a gypsy look.  The pleats hiding most of 
the bumps from my hard  nipples.  Loving the look of the three quarter 
bloused sleeves.  The  skirt falling to below my knees, loose and flowing.  I 
actually could roll  the waist if I wore the belt and hide the fact.  To 
complete the look I do  believe I have a nice pair of soft black leather boots.  
They should meet  the length of the skirt and only show leg if I so desire.
    Rummaging through one trunk and  then another, pulling out garments 
that might still work if I wear them with  care and accessorize properly.  
Putting them to the side to be tried on at  another time and walking down the 
stairs still in my new old  outfit.
    The boots sliding on easily and  yes, giving me the look that I wanted. 
 Brushing my hair back to my  shoulders, then putting on some eye shadow 
darkening my eyes and mascara to  stiffen my lashes and darken them.  Some 
clear blush, even though I would  love to use black lipstick.  Sitting down and 
carefully painting my nails  finger and toe, a nice black with just a white 
line on the tips.  I haven't  mastered the way of growing long nails, so I 
keep them a normal length, just a  little past the fingers.
    Liking the look and taking a  black thong from my undie drawer.  
Rejecting stockings and just taking a  black and white scrunchy to hold my hair 
back.  Wishing I had my ears  pierced; but screwing on a pair of pink cameo 
earrings and a matching  necklace.  Then a couple of pewter rings, one with an 
iron cross on it and  another with a black rose.  My glasses not looking 
very goth; but  better to see then not.
    A bit goth; but really too old  to do the vampyre gothic look or Abby 
on NCIS.  Looking at myself and  trying to figure what I am missing.  Liking 
the look.  Maybe a set of  leathers and a flogger.
    All dressed up and no place to  go.  Filling a clutch with a pay by the 
minute phone, papers with and  address and name on it with the first name 
being Patrice, cash, two condoms and  a key ring with a Chevy and house keys, 
just not mine.  And other  essentials that a girl out at night needs.  Some 
more cash in a hidden  pocket in my boot with some numbers for cab 
companies.  The pin number for  OnStar memorized.
    The heels on my boot not  stiletto; but a nice solid heel, just enough 
to give me sound; but not enough to  give me problems walking.  Using my 
charge card to pay for a nice dinner at  Shadows and then parking my car a 
couple of blocks away from my next  destination.  Placing a key in a slender box 
and alongside of the OnStar  antenna.  In the dark if won't be noticed and 
not your usual hiding  place.  My charge card, drivers license and more cash 
stashed in the vault  behind the computer in the car.  Hoping most don't 
know about it if they  don't have an Impala.
    Looking at the gathering gloom  parked in the Marist College parking 
lot for visitors and walking the two  illuminated blocks to where else, 
Frank's Bar and Grill.  The light on  outside and the noise from the bar a bit 
loud in the quiet of the night in the  neighborhood.  Not that I minded the 
other night; but this time hoping I  know what I am doing.
    Pushing the door open and  surveying the bar, a bit sparse in patrons, 
but Sunday nights just isn't biggy  for them.  It was probably standing room 
only earlier when the games were  on and no one worried about work in the 
morning.  Now many are home with  their families, the married men that 
frequent the place by  themselves.
    Eyes adjusting and seeing my  corner of the bar almost empty as I find 
a stool and sit down.  The man in  the stool next to me giving an appraising 
look and I would guess he will try to  hit on me in a little bit as he 
drinks his beer; but is interested in giving me  the once over, not so 
discreetly.
    The bar keep the same as on  Friday night.  I just had one glass of 
Chablis for dinner and nothing  during the day, so feeling good about myself 
and ordering a Brandy Manhattan  straight up.  Throwing down a twenty and 
watching as the bartender brings  back my drink.  
    "Miss, you have didn't use your  drinks from the other night, so the 
first one is on the house.  I wouldn't  be surprised if you don't need to buy 
anymore the rest of the  night."
    Reaching to touch his  hand,  "this twenty is for you then, do me a 
favor and tell me if I am  starting to become drunk.  I am not saying I will 
stop; but at least I will  be warned."
    "Thanks, I will warn you."   A nod and walking back to the middle of 
the bar to start down the line one more  time.
    "So, you had to many the other  night missy."  The man next to me 
finding his gambit to open a  conversation.
    "I seem to have been a bit  overwhelmed with alcohol; but lucky to have 
a friend to drive me home."   Sipping my drink and nodding, this man can 
make a Manhattan.
    "Well if you become overwhelmed  tonight, you just ask and I will take 
you home, to yours or mine."  The  laugher turning me off, as he wasn't off 
the mark on that one.
    Trying to ignore him as I look  around the bar and up at the clock.  
Thinking that I should have an idea as  to what I am looking for tonight and I 
do hope it isn't John again.  I can  see him as self defeating for me.
    Some familiar faces; but I  didn't usually come here on a Sunday night 
this time.  Was usually  home.  
    Looking in the mirror behind the  bar and seeing how the blouse rides 
on the upper portions of my arms, not straps  holding it up.  Smooth 
shoulders exposed and just the string holding it in  place without slipping.  The 
skirt filled out nice by my hips and loose and  flowing around my knees.  The 
boot length meeting the skirt; but having  hiked up the hem a bit, I have 
some legs showing above the soft leather  boots.
    Lifting my skirt and crossing  one leg over the other and swiveling to 
look past my neighbor on the stool next  to me.  Seeing my young friend 
from, shit, I think it was Saturday.   Smiling at him as he looks to where I am 
sitting as he talks to friend at a  table.
    A friendly face and words,  preferable to sitting next to this jerk all 
night long.  The young man  walking over and saying hello.   Asking him 
about his party of the  afternoon before as we make small talk.  The man next 
to me crowding the  bar with extended elbows to keep Brent as it turns out 
from bellying up next to  me.
    Giving an eyeroll at the boor  and getting a laugh from Brent.  His 
conversation relaxing and after asking  the bar keep to watch my hand bag, 
taking to the floor with my young man.   A nice slow dance, as I am not into the 
helter skelter movements at this point  in my life.  His hands feeling good 
on my hips as I placed them there  rather then the formal clutch of hand on 
waist and other hand slightly  extended.  My hands finding his waist and 
feeling the flexing of muscle as  he moves smoothly around the floor.
    "You know you are too young to  be dancing with a much older lady, 
unless you are after my money."  The  young man looking at me and then flushing. 
 "Don't worry it was a joke, I  have no money just my ladylike looks."
    His laugh not hard to take as  the third go around,  lay my head 
against his shoulder and feel him guiding  me a little faster, the dress moving 
nicely around my legs.  My breasts  pressing into his chest, feeling them 
hardening against my top.  Hoping I  am not leading him on as I don't know what 
I am looking for  tonight.
    Looking at him as sip from my  glass, twirling the stem in my fingers 
watching his nervous habit of looking at  his phone; but knowing he is 
checking the time.  "Are you going to run off  again and leave me among these 
rascally looking men.?
    Hearing a grunt from the man  next to me and wishing I could jab him in 
the ribs.
    "I do have to go, work tomorrow  and I have to be there at six, so I am 
up about 4:30 in the  morning."
    Looking askance at him and then  vocalizing my question.  "What time do 
you need to leave?"  My hand  touching his arm to let him know I really am 
interested.
    His eyes going to the phone  again,  "I have another half hour."  
Knowing he isn't playing me for  time, as I glance at the clock and figure my 
timing.  
    "What do you drive or you  walking?" Curious as I want to fill out my 
idea.
    "Driving, a 2015 Ram  1500." Looking at him and seeing he is proud.  "I 
bought it new and it  is paid for."
    "Could we have one more  dance Brent, I kind of like to lean on you."  
Hearing the grunt again of  the man next to me.  Giving him a finger and 
hearing Brent laugh as he  leads me out to the floor again.
    Slowly moving around as it is a  nice long slow song.  Pulling him 
close as I hook my fingers in the loop  holes for his belt.  My chest pressing 
on him and my groin rubbing  occasionally as we do a little turn.  Whispering 
into his ear as we move,  "you can put your hands a little lower if you 
like."  The hands  shifting from my waist proper too  barely touch the tops of 
my ass cheeks;  but it is an improvement.  
    Holding him out for another slow  one and moving slowly again, tipping 
my head up and kissing his lips  softly.  Just a wet press on his as I pull 
him close again.  Feeling  my nipples hard against his chest, knowing he has 
to feel them and thinking with  this shy young man, they must be burning 
holes into his chest.  In  spite of his best intentions, I can feel a bulge in 
his jeans as we brush close  and separate again.
    The song ending and holding his  hand out on the dance floor, seeing 
the look that some of the others watching  would like to be him.  Not sure 
that an older woman like me is a prize; but  when there are only a few other 
gals in the place, my stock is  high.
    Leading  him back to my  spot and taking a sip of my Brandy as he 
finishes his beer.  "Just a  moment."  Holding his hand as I signal the bar keep 
that I would like  another from the coaster in front of me and that I will 
be back after going  outside.  Brent ready to go, but holding him up a minute 
as the bar  keep arrives.  "Could hold my spot?  I want to walk Brent to 
his  truck.  I will just be a few minutes."  I know the guy is honest  as he 
let me know I had drinks from two nights ago.  Handing him back one  of the 
coasters for the drink, then another.  "Can you use that for a tip  or buy 
yourself a drink?"
    His assent and taking the two  coasters sealing the deal as I take 
Brent's hand and walk with him to the door  and out into the parking lot.
    Thinking he might be  embarrassed, and maybe by the thought of an older 
woman hanging on him, rather  then me walking him to the truck.
    A slight breeze blowing as he  leads me to his pickup.  Seeing the 
pride in his face as he beeps the door  open and the light flash.
    "Maybe I should get one of  these.  Lots of room front and back?"  My 
question innocent, till he  brags about the leg room in front and still lots 
in back with the seat pushed  all the way back.
    As he opens the door, I find the  lever for the seat and shift it all 
the way back, then pull on the back rest  lever and hear it pop up.  Slamming 
the front door and climbing in the  back, stepping up a bit unladylike as 
he has high wheels; but a running  board.  Plopping my ass in the back seat 
and wriggling a little and  stretching out my legs.
    "You are right."  Shifting  over to the other side and finding it about 
the same.  Patting the seat  beside me.  "Come here Brent, I would like a 
good night  kiss."
    Feeling bold myself as he climbs  in the back and I lean forward and 
push the lever for the seat rest, raising it  and giving more room in the 
back.  Then sliding over to Brent and  pulling him close, parting my lips and 
letting my tongue slip into his  mouth.  The beer not a stale taste as I tease 
his tongue and feel him  sliding his arms around my waist.
    Working my lips softly over his  and extending the kiss as my hands 
find the buttons of his shirt and open a  couple to allow my fingers access to 
his thankfully bare chest.  My  fingers and nails, playing with his small 
nipples and feeling them become pebbly  hard.  Then opening another button and 
pulling the shirt open to kiss his  left nipple and suck on it gently.  
Hearing his moan of pleasure as my  fingers play with the right one.  
    My free hand now moving down to  his pants and undoing the buckle 
expertly and the snap and  fly.  My soft moans as I suckle his nipple, drowning 
out by the  loud whisk of sound as the teeth on his zipper part.  My fingers 
pulling  the pants open and pushing his jockey shorts down as it touch the 
tip of his  cock.  My cool fingers touching the warm and soft casing.
    His grunt and moan letting me  know that he isn't objecting as I feel 
his fingers on my back; but not too  aggressive, just rubbing up and down.
    "Lift up."  My words soft  in the dimly lit back seat as I tug at his 
jeans and shorts, pulling them down  to his ankles.
    Catching his freed prick in my  hand and stroking it slowly as I slip 
to the floor of the pickup.  Plenty  of room for me to kneel as I lean over 
and blow on his cock and then touch my  tongue to the slit.  The slippery pre 
oozing from the hole as my tongue  tastes and then swipes it over the  
velvety head.
    My eyes rising to his and then  pulling the cock to my mouth and 
spreading my wide lips to engulf the fat  knob.  Sealing my lips around the shaft 
and then pushing on my legs to  lower my mouth on the shaft.  One hand 
cupping his ball sack as the other  strokes and twists on the shaft.
    Trying not to rush as I suckle  the huge man teat with my mouth.  
Drawing my cheeks in and out as I  bob on the shaft, keeping the head enclosed in 
my warm wet mouth.  His  moans growing loudly as I lift up and take it 
deeper, trying to not make myself  gag as I push down and pull back.  The fat 
head swelling as I feel his  hands cup my head as he lifts up from the seat 
and spurts a thick load of cream  into my mouth.   Swallowing and milking up 
his shaft with my  mouth and hand as my other hand palms his nuts and curls 
to  delicately  squeeze the delicious orbs.  More spurts of seed  filing my 
mouth and kneeling to take all of his semen and then milk the last  drops 
from his piss slit.
    Pulling my mouth off and  releasing his balls, as I look up, hoping he 
can see the smile on my face.   Then lowering my head once more to softly 
kiss the tip of his cock.    "Thanks Brent.  I hope you have a good night and 
maybe think of me in the  morning.  With that piss hard on you guys get."  
Giggling as I sit up  on the seat again.
    Hugging him and whispering in  his ear. " I do hope I see you again.  I 
won't kiss you with my lips,  that I understand."  
    His lips finding mine as he  slowly presses and then releases me.  
"Thanks Patrice."
    Climbing out of the back seat  him then me and standing as he starts 
the truck and waves.  Walking back to  the bar, wiping my mouth and enjoying 
that I think I gave him some unexpected  pleasure and relief.
    Seeing the looks as I walk back  in and seeing that Brent is about ten 
minutes late in his leaving  time.
    Finding my seat and sipping some  of my drink.  "I hope he appreciated 
what you gave him."
    Looking at the man next to me,  "what the fuck does that mean?"  
    Raising his hands in surrender,  I meant you walking him out to his 
truck and probably a kiss."
    Smiling as he is so right, a  kiss; but where did I kiss is the 
question.  The bar slowly emptying as I  start my third drink.  Eyes looking to the 
door every time it  opens.
     Almost breathing a sigh of  relief as John walks in and looks directly 
to where I am sitting, then walking  to the bar and talking to a couple of 
guys and then the bar tender.  Most  likely asking if I am with the man next 
to me.
    Tracking him as he drinks the  beer quickly and then another.  His 
smile and wave trying to ascertain if I  am pissed at him or not.
    A brief smile and then a nod and  wave as I nurse my drink, knowing 
that this is it for me.  Getting a glass  of water from the bartender and 
taking a sip from that also.
    My eyes meeting John's and then  glancing away.  I know why I came here 
tonight, feeling a flush.  Oh,  I know why I came here tonight.
    Looking up and seeing him gone  and then at my elbow.  "Patrice, you 
look lovely as usual, shame to cover  up those legs."
    Turning on my stool and  uncrossing my legs, lifting the hem to just 
above my knees as I sit heels hooked  in the stool and spread apart.  Eyes 
watching as he steps in between my  spread knees and leans in for a kiss.  His 
lips beery and an odor of sweat  about him.  Not responding to his kiss as 
stands inches in front of  me.  My skirt pushed a little higher with his 
stepping into my personal  space.  His hands falling to rest just above each 
knee, as he holds my eyes  for a moment, then looks at my chest and down to my 
lap.
    Feeling the pressure of his  fingers squeezing my thighs, thumbs 
stroking the inside flesh in slow  movements.  Trying to control my breathing so 
as not to give him an  indication that his touch is exciting me.  It is and I 
can feel my nipples  swelling and alive with sensation as they touch the 
material of my peasant  blouse.  
    His smile as he looks down and  see the bumps of flesh pushing at the 
top off my shoulders and exposing my upper  chest.  Eyes closing for a moment 
as he slides his hands a couple of inches  higher.  Feeling my heart 
speeding up as I take a deep  breath.
    Trying to stare him down; but  losing as I drop my eyes and look down 
to his crotch, seeing the bulge in the  front of his pants.  Then back up to 
his eyes as I lean back in my  seat.  Wetting my lips as I feel his fingers 
sliding under my skirt.   Already lost, needy from my oral encounter with 
Brent with no reciprocal  response from him.  Wincing as I feel the fingers 
digging deep into my  thighs.  My nostrils flaring as I can feel the wetness 
and swelling of  my labia as I try to win the battle of the stares.
    "You been waiting for me  Patrice, or you been teasing this man next to 
you with your charm?"  The  man turning and looking, at John, close between 
my spread legs, leaning into  me.  Then turning back to nurse his drink.
    "Are you that conceited that you  think I wait on your appearance.  
That none of these other men are worthy  of my notice.  You are an asshole, you 
know that don't you?"
    His smirk so infuriating as I  see him shift, his one arm to my waist, 
blocking the inside hand the slides up  my thing and touches the swollen and 
damp thong.  Eyes half slitting as I  feel his fingers grazing over the 
material, touching the fat lips.   Fighting back a moan as I push my skirt down 
covering my thighs and his  hand.  My ass cheeks moving on the stool as I 
wiggle to escape and  to rub against his fingers.
    Again staring into his eyes as  he rubs and then pinches the puffy 
labia.  Fighting not to submit; but  knowing I already have as I have allowed 
him to continue to fondle my  cunt.  Breaking the stare and letting my legs 
open wider, enabling his  finger tips to slide under my thong.  Hunching 
forward on my stool as he  pushes between my lips and into the wetness of my 
opening.
    "Am I still an asshole?"   His finger rubbing into the fold hiding my 
clit.  Fighting not to whimper,  but losing the battle and letting a soft low 
moan to escape, and cause my stool  mate to turn and look.  He isn't seeing 
anything, other then the movement  at the juncture of my legs under my 
skirt.
    John leaning close,  "am I  still an asshole?"  His breath washing 
against my air in a warm rush.   "I will have your asshole Patrice, be ready for 
that bitch."
    Reaching for my drink and taking  a healthy sip, the glass trembling in 
my hand, the red liquid threatening to  spill over the edge.  Just building 
my courage now, I have lost the battle  of wills.  I know that I 
will...........not sure what; but I will with him  and soon I hope.
    My legs wanting to spread more  and give him more access.  I need his 
cock in me, I need relief.   "Let's go to my place Patrice.  I can take care 
of your itch better and  more comfortably there?"  
    Looking at him and shaking my  head, my eyes going around the room, as 
I try to think.  Seeing only a few  women left in the bar, "I have to go to 
the Ladies Room.  Meet me  there."  Pulling his hand from under my skirt and 
letting it slide down to  cover my legs and walking to the restroom.  
Checking inside and seeing no  one using it, then standing outside the door 
waiting for him.  The seconds  dragging into long minutes and finally seeing him 
walk down the hallway.   The bulge obvious in his pants as I take his hand 
and lead him into the restroom  and to the far stall.
    Pushing the seat down and  undoing his pants and pushing them down 
around his ankles.  Then pushing  him down on the seat and kneeling in front of 
him and taking his cock quickly  into my mouth.  Licking and sucking on the 
fat knob.  Fighting his  attempt to skull fuck me as I make sure he is hard 
and wet and then standing  up.  Reaching under my skirt and fingers pulling 
the thong to the side of  my fat lips and spread my legs to straddle his 
legs and lap.
    Centering on his cock one hand  grasping it as I lower my body onto the 
cock and feel it spreading my cunt wide  and filling the molten hot walls, 
leaking with slick lubrication.  Panting  loudly as I force my body to slap 
against his lap, embedding his hard prick deep  in my cunt.  Hearing his 
grunt as I give a hard clench and the using my  toes  to push myself up the 
shaft again.  Then plopping down hard  again.
    His hands grasping my hips and  raising my weight up and down as he 
thrusts up into my cunt.  Moaning and  not caring who is outside of this stall, 
as I ride in a sweaty frenzy on his  cock.  His hands letting me control 
the fuck again, as his hand pull down  the shoulders of my blouse and hands 
grasp the two small mounds of soft white  flesh.  A loud groan as he mauls the 
breasts and nipples, so needing his  attention.  My breasts aching with 
pain and pleasure as I feel myself  cumming hard on his cock, my walls 
squeezing with hard contractions as I whimper  an ride his cock.
    Slamming the stall door hard and  then standing up with me still 
impaled on his cock and then feeling him pounding  my back into the stall door, as 
he lifts and thrusts.  My eyes rolling in  my head as I wrap my ankles 
around his back and feel the fevered thrusts of his  body, slamming me hard into 
the steel door.
    His grunts announcing that he is  shooting his load of soothing cream 
into my body.  Trying to squeeze my  walls hard on his prick, trying to milk 
it of all of its seed.  Still  impaled on his hard cock as he lays my back 
against the walls, legs clasped and  then slaps at my breasts with awkward 
swings and squeezes of his hand.   Brutally mauling the soft flesh and taking 
a ragged and intense orgasm from my  body as he abuses the breasts with one 
hand and pinches my clit with the  other.
    Drawing blood from my lower lip  as I bite it to keep from screaming.  
His cream seeping from my  opening as he pulls back and slams my body three 
times hard into the steel  door.  My head banging against the top with a 
jolting impact and seeing red  flashes.
    Not even realizing when   sets me down, on weak legs and he pulls free 
and turns and lifting the lid,  pisses long and hard in the commode.  The 
seed leaking from my cunt as  I stand in a corner.  Swiping it into my mouth, 
as I wait for him to  finish.  Feeling ignored as he pulls up his pants and 
then pulls the door  open for us to leave.  Stepping past me and out into 
the  hallway.
    Rubbing my breasts, as I pull  the shoulders of the blouse up and cover 
the small mounds.  Flushing  to yellow colored water from the bowl and 
sitting down to piss and  flush some of the cum from my body. 
    Not sure this will end, as I  feel my back and head aching from the 
impact on the stall door, and my breasts  and cunt lips sore from his abuse and 
hard use.  Looking into the mirror  and seeing my makeup smeared, and 
carefully lowering my blouse to look at  the two bruised breasts.  Just a light 
touch, causing pain as I pull  the top back over to cover them again.  
Reaching under my skirt and  feeling the thong in place, as I step to the door, 
and walk out feeling sore and  well used.  The edge taken off my arousal for 
the moment, as I step into  the hallway and out into the main room again.
    John bullshitting with some  friends and joking as I find my corner and 
sip more of my drink.  Not drunk  on alcohol; but thinking I am drunk on 
something much worse as I swirl the top  of my drink with my finger.
    Looking up as John walks back  over to me, his hand on my knee.  "I 
didn't get your phone number."   My eyes looking at him and then giving him the 
number, watching as he puts  it in his cell phone and then dials it.  "Just 
checking."  Then  walking out of the bar with no goodbye or thank you or  
whatever.
    Finishing my drink and and  giving the bar keep my coasters and a tip.  
"Thanks."  Walking out of  the bar and to my car.  The drive home again a 
reflection, a sore one, on  what the fuck I am trying to do.
    Looking and seeing it isn't that  late, not even ten as I let Fritz 
loose to do his thing in the yard, as I use a  wipe to freshen up the mess 
between my legs.  The dog hungry and thristy  and content as I take my shower 
and stand under the hot water a long time,   finally looking at myself in the 
bathroom mirror and then belting my robe and  setting out my clothes for 
work tomorrow.  Easy to pick out your clothes  for a man.
    Then with a glass climbing up to  my attic retreat and a slow relaxing 
drink.  And not without  interruption as I hear my paid phone ringing and 
knowing it is John.  I  have given the number to no one else.  Letting it ring 
off and will check  if a message later or tomorrow, wondering if it was a 
mistake; but at least it  isn't my regular cell phone.
    Finishing my drink and then  making the reversal, not feeling any ill 
effects from the weekend of  debauchery.  At least that is what I would call 
it as I settle in for the  night and wake up refreshed in the morning.
    Ignoring the "burn" phone  (learned that term watching NCIS) and 
watching John, but not sign from him that  he had a interesting weekend.  Hearing 
the phone ring again on Monday and  then Tuesday at night.  Not sure if it 
rang while I was at  work.
    
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