" That's easy; she's not threatened by you, and she knows that sex is not love, and that sex doesn't have the kind of hold on me that it does on most ...uys. Not that I don't love it, I do; it's one of my favorite things, but ... Okay, I'm starting to ramble; I'm going to shut up now."She rolled her eyes and said, "No, it's okay; I understand what you're trying to say, but I still just can't seem to wrap my brain around it. Don't get me wrong; it's not that I have a problem with sex without. Quickly, she turns away from me, unable to look me in the eye as I spoke. She cannot think straight. Everything is happening so fast. She knew that she should want me to go. Suddenly, she feels me move in behind her, my body close enough to lightly press against hers. " Please," she pleaded softly, her heart pounding as she desperately tries to end whatever is happening before things got out of hand. " Tell me you haven't been thinking about last night." I asked rhetorically, my breath hot on. “So, you are the young man who has stirred up the whole village.”“I don’t think that I’ve really done anything, ma’am. Just made sure that I have a place to live.”She just snorted to me while she walked around me like estimating the amount of cloth that would be needed to cover me. After that we had a quick discussion what kind of clothes I’d need - while the answer was simple: all kinds of clothes. There was only a limited amount of clothes you could carry with you, and I had used almost all. “Hi Tracey. Carl,s on a three week holiday. Can I help, my name s Joe!” “Well Hello Joe I have a few things to sort so will be working till about 10:30! Can you book me a taxi then for King,s Cross station?” “No problem, Madam.” “Hey none of this Madam stuff I,m Tracey!” she laughed. “Okay Tracey! Will book it straight away!” “Great see you a bit later!” “You bet!” I terminated her call and rang the taxi firm to place the order for her cab. Quite a number of staff soon exited bidding me a good.