One Hundred and Twenty Eight

Francis knew that he had found his mate.

He wondered what she was doing with the young man she was cohabiting with.

True satisfaction did not lie in just being able to get a woman to orgasm but in making the experience as intense as possible.

And only a few men could do that or rather a man can only do that when he finds his true sex mate.

He knew that he would never be able to let the woman go.

He did not even know her name.

'What is your name?'

'Gift'.

'What a beautiful name. You are indeed a gift to me'.

'Very funny', Gift said wishing that he was not joking.

'But I am not!'

'You are not what?'

'Joking! I am serious about you being a gift to me'.

Gift had forgotten that he could read her mind. She felt that she had to be careful of what she thought anytime he was around.But what kind of life would that be watching what one thought every second.