A Boy and His dungeon VI
Slippin’ . . . Into the Future I sat at my workbench, toying with the headset and doing, pretty much, nothing. After almost a month of, more or less. Constant, very satisfying sex with Jennifer, I was looking at a long dry spell. She had left for university early that morning, I had gotten up early and driven over for a last, unsatisfying, kiss because her mother had been standing there watching and impatiently tapping her foot. Jennifer wouldn’t be back until Christmas and my little Anglia, while good enough for local use wasn’t up to driving all the way to London and back. Just then my phone rang, the voice on the other end immediately lifted my spirits. “Hey, stud,” came Jill’s voice, “ how’s tricks?” “Jill! How are you? Coming for a visit …