Tom Wakes Up With Jacqueline

Tom stared at Jacqueline as she slept.

I have always been a blubberer, he thought. So, why on earth am I not crying now?

The answer was not long in coming.

Because you have been weak, Tommy…

He nodded slowly. He could barely see her face in the dim, pre-dawn light. Her dark hair was a perfect black; her cheek a faint haze of gray. He wondered just what she was dreaming about. She could be flying in her mind, but is still to me…

A violent wave of sexual desire rocked his body. Tom remembered every detail of the night before. A great mystery had been solved for him.

For as long as he could remember, he had wondered about the moment of Sexual Will. The women he had bedded in university had all been conquests of one k ...