Devon told me about a favorite fantasy of his, and I latched onto it like a turned on squirming thing sucking his thoughts from his brain. We role play it often enough for it to potentially become a reality if it was even possible. Before he got out of the Navy, when I was picking him up one day after work he walked me back to the dock to actually show me the warehouse that we were fantasizing. Inside the warehouse he verbalized our scenario. The short version: 100 men standing back against the walls, longshoremen of all ages, sweaty with rough hands. Devon escorted me, holding my hand, walking me around each wall so I could see the men up close who just stood there watching us, and then he walked me around a second time... so I could pick four men, one from each wall... who followed us through a door into the next warehouse that was... more comfortable. / Cathy