#281119 - Those times were puntuated with the freak shows we'd given on an AmTrak train to see his mother, the ten minute doggy style bangfest in Trump Tower elevator, servicing my man in the back of a chartered bus on the way home from a church outing, the near-miss hit we both took doin' it on a Macybed in the bedding displays, and three times in a portable stellaruim in a science museum in Queens. I'm not the kinda gal to take second fiddle to anyone in that department--and decorum prevented me from being a back alley whore cat to a quadruple male orgy--so I went home, buzzing with testosterone of my own to share with my sleeping prince. We came together, over and over, and still again, though it lasted just a few minutes in real time, it felt like hours.