We climbed into the bed giggling; I was drunk on the sight and the feel and the scent of her. But my life would never be the same and I knew it. xxx That electric fire of passion coursed through my body in a tide of total pleasure. Reading the notice, I was saddened; this was my last chance of the year to get free, if only for a while, from the prison of my home life. There, she held and stroked me slowly, as if examining it closely. I continued to look for a long moment, as if finally meeting that long sought masterpiece in person and determined to drink it all in. The afternoon of the last class, a Thursday in mid-December, the gray sky began dropping snow.
