can’t do this,” I said to him, shaking my head and leaning back. “I just can’t.”He looked at me a moment, and then leaned back in his seat. “So how long have you been with your lover,” he asked out-right.I looked over at him, startled- then realized that it must have been obvious. “Almost a year,” I said feebly. “He’s a good man, does and says all the right things, and makes me happy.””Then why’d you attack my dick in the bathroom like a starving man, then?” he asked knowingly.”I-I-” I started to respond and then stopped. He had me dead to rights, but damned if I was going to let him know that- of all the egotistical…”Obviously, and no disrespect to him- but your lover doesn’t do anything for you- emotionally, that is,” he correctly interpreted my situation.”Wait a minute,” I began heatedly. “You don’t know anything about my situation.””Well, let me see, I think I can figure it out…” he said, fixing me with a penetrating stare that silenced my continuing protests. “You dream day after day for him to matter to you, but he doesn’t, no matter how good he treats you. Sexually he helps you get a nutt, but you don’t blow off like you know you could,
