Thank you to all who have read it, and THANK YOU! to those who have commented, and voted. This is my highest rated story (at 7.20), edging out "Kathy, Again " (7.18), "Sandra's Hidden Depths" (7.10), and "Road Trip Tease" (7.06). While I write, what I write, and how I write, in order to (let us say...) "amuse" myself, it is very pleasant to contemplate that others have found my efforts entertaining. So, Thank You!
Reminds me of a joke. The story goes, that there was rock star, who met a groupie after the show. Things developed as you might expect, at this sort of site, and in this sort of joke, and they wound up in his hotel room. She was huddled beneath the sheets, clothing scattered upon the floor, when he tossed his shirt upon the pile. He dropped trou, and the woman sat upright, and asked, loudly, "Just who do you expect to please, with that stubby little thing?"
Our Protagonist contemplated the aforementioned "stubby little thing", shrugged, and answered the question. "Me!"