”“I’m not a sodomite,” I insisted, “But I cannot believe Miss Pattimore has not been reamed with the utmost regularity,” I ventured.“Wit... a brush handle yes but not a man’s thing,” Lucinda insisted and added, “You do look most peculiar intertwined like that.”Miss Pattimore groaned, “Oh Lucy I am on fire,” she said, “Please forgive me,” and she kissed me passionately on the neck.“Oh god its disgusting you two playing at lovers when you only met an hour ago,” Lucinda protested as she rose to. They found a couple of dozen faculty members, another dozen graduate students, and they were having a serious sit-down conference. The police were fascinated by slide after slide of some exotic plant in a South American rain forest. Then one of the cops did what they should have done: they researched the conference to see if it was a front. Lo and behold! This was a regularly scheduled conference that had been advertised in the university press and several peer revie3ed journals. It was, in. Like a wife would do.We walked slowly, the sound of my heels rocketing out and around us.Soft lighting guided us over a small rounded bridge, to a huge porticoarea directly leading to the front doors, two gigantic huge oakenthings, like in olden castles, and manned by two more rugged securitymen. As we neared, they opened the doors for us, one man on eachhandle, and we were suddenly bathed in a glowing warmth of light.Peter and I walked into the massive foyer, an area two stories tall,split in. But it is funny how we go through life thinking we know what we want and know how we would feel if certain situations were to happen. Yet how many of us end up in places we never thought we would go?This story is a true event that happened seven years ago. If you told me it was going to happen when I married Anna then I wouldn't be sat here typing this. This story may not seem original but that's because it happens to so many people and so many people wish, in fantasy at least, for it to happen.
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