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Before the heat of our encounter faded away, Dr Velour walked down the catwalk toward her private changing room. Watching her retreat down the walk of shame, I wondered what had I begun? I had wanted to ensure that contact would be impersonal. Dr Velour intended nothing different. I felt I betrayed myself husband, but most of all I had betrayed poor Jerry.
I hurried home to find Jerry in an upbeat mood. Returning from an interview, Jerry had stripped down to his underdrawers and put his suit on a hangar in case he was called back. He believed he had a line on a job. He continued talking but I wasn't listening. Stopping in mid - sentence, Jerry asked, "Why are you staring at me?"
I beckoned him to sit on the floor. Whipping my top off and unhooking my bra, I dropped to all fours on the floor in front of Jerry. "I want to test your theory about the body as a machine. Pretend I'm your private Moo - Cow. Pull my tits, like you're milking a cow, gently. Lets see what happens."
I could make it up to Jerry, but how would I make it up to myself.
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