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09-25-2006 04:33 AM

What do you mean she is measuring you for trousers? Is that some kind of fetish? Would I like it?

My mother wasn't a particularly doting woman Denny. She never held me much, or.... Except every Fall, before the school year began, she'd prepare my school clothes, measure me for my pants, the hems and so forth. I'd stand there. Her hand would be on my leg, my seam.

You had a thing for your mother.

It wasn't sexual. Her touch was just...I guess loving. One of the reasons I buy so many suits, I think. While the tailors do what they do, I suppose it reminds me of the times in my childhood I allowed myself to feel cared for.

Now Joanna, the way she would touch me, running her fingers up the inseam, around in the back, here and there. It did become erotic.

Getting measured for pants.

It's not entirely about sex Denny. It's about being touched in gentle, intimate ways. I suppose I'm starved for a little tenderness sometimes.

Hmm, I'm never taking you fishing again.

You ever get lonely Denny?

What's with all this deep thinking?

It's a simple question. Do you ever get lonely? Do you?

No. You?

No. I guess we're both lucky that way.

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