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He represented an unusual challenge for her, someone exciting, if different from the norm. She knew this was her last chance to help him, satisfy him, for him to satisfy her. Their last chance to make love before his treatment finished. It was time for her to take the risk, test herself, rise to his enforced medical challenge. Maria loved the challenge of making ailing men rise for her.He lived in a shady tree house in a small copse by the footpath to the river in the hottest months and this was by far the hottest, most sweltering, day of the heatwave so far. Few of the women saw him concealed within the leaves but she did. He exposed himself for her, sharing his urgent, intimate secret with her, inviting her up, to rise, to his strangest challenge, in his abode, by text:I need you to love me today, Maria. Here inside the tree house. I don?t have much time left.Tree houses were all the rage, particularly with sad, dejected, introverted, lonely men like him: searching for self-worth, trying to recover their self-esteem, restore their lost pride before their inevitable fate. Searching for an escape from the intolerable pressure, the media of modern life. Tree houses were environmentally friendly and cheap to maintain. Best of all, they stopped men from felling trees. Naturally, they had their downsides. Bits of house tended to fall off in the wind, and when the leaves fell he could easily be seen. Maria saw him beckoning her from the insides.He saw patients in his tree house being a psychoanalyst. Psychoanalysts Bolu Escort (http://www.escortbayanbolu.org) liked to live concealed. They considered themselves above the rest of us and didn?t usually like to be disturbed - unless they?d conducted an analysis of their own mind and opted, as he had, to undergo the treatment.Maria stood beneath the tree house calling up to him until he drew back his branch. She was a phenomenal-looking woman, gorgeous with straggly, flouncy blonde hair and a shapely figure. She?d worn her floppiest white t-shirt, shorts and running shoes, and ran, raising her body heat high: steam high, sweat high, until she was ready for her intimacy, ready to test herself, on him.?Come up!? he shouted waving his bare arms wildly at her through the empty wood frame window.Despite the treatment, his face beamed with a ruddy good health, radiant red. He spoke with a plum-in-his-mouth: Cambridge mixed in with Oxford tinctured with a sublime hint of Suffolk.Maria loved his voice.How quaint, she reflected, I?ve never loved a man who lived in a tree house before.?Use the ladder behind my oak. It?s perfectly safe. Easy to climb. Think you can manage it??She vanished behind the tree calling to him as she made her stiff climb, ?Might just be able to.?He stared down and reached for her hand from the very top of the ladder, ?Give me your hand.?He was peculiar-looking, a beautiful psychoanalyst with an incredibly muscular physique. His roughly cut hair and lean torso were dripping, pouring with sweat. Bolu Escort Bayan (http://www.escortbayanbolu.org) She imagined him stretching, performing planks, press-ups on his rug, on the sanded timber floor, in the stultifying heat, for her. Other than his gold-linked necklace, the flat metal crucifix adhering to his hairy, sweating chest, and his filthy jockstrap, he wasn?t wearing any clothes. Maria was pleased: clothes could be restrictive during foreplay, in the clammy heat of the searing summer heatwave, she found.She had managed to climb halfway up the gnarled wooden ladder when she teased him a little, ?Not sure I should. I can?t be sure you?re safe. I don?t know if I trust you. Tell me you?re safe.??I?m no danger to women,? he said blushing sheepishly.She was inches off, straining for the highest rung, her voice laced with sympathy, compassion.Maria told him she understood about his treatment, his depression, his reason for choosing her. She apologized for teasing him: she hadn?t meant to hurt his feelings. By now, he was sweating profusely, his well-honed muscular upper torso running thick sweat gluing his fine body hairs to his cusps of chest, abs, and pecs. The chain around his neck, his crucifix, burnt into his skin seared in blazing sun. Maria gazed up at his sunburnt face flushed with the effort of telling her.He told her the earnest truth: ?I?m clean. I test myself every day before I start work and as soon as I get home. I take precautions. I promise not to put you at any risk if you make Escort Bolu (http://www.escortbayanbolu.org) love to me.?He reached for her grasping her hand. Seconds later, Maria was safely inside his lair, concealed by summer leaves, lying in his shade. She stretched out next to him on the hessian woven rug. Their bare legs touched. She took off her spotless white running shoes, her pink braided anklets. Her perfectly manicured feet had blunt-filed toenails. Her complexion was unblemished. Maria had immaculate tanned skin, a pronounced widow?s peak, a shock of wet, straw-blonde hair, a delightful turned-up nose, lips that whispered, ?Kiss me.? The arrogant attitude of a woman who knew she was exquisite, beautiful, sweaty, and sticky. She needed to feel clean before she could make love to him. *?I?m hot, sweaty, and sticky from running hard,? she said, ?Do you have a hot shower I can use???My tree doesn?t have electricity. There?s no heat, light or gas, only natural energy. I thrive on earth power, spiritual power. I live by the sun, moon, stars, sleep when it?s dark, live when it?s light.? He waffled on and on about internal power resources as psychoanalysts are prone to do.?I get all that. Do you have a hot shower I can take or not??She sat up on the woven hessian rug, resting her hand on his thigh to steady herself, and crossed her slender legs: slender in an attractive way, but her thighs bore the classic hallmarks of mild lipoedema. They were mildly enlarged by fat that had accumulated there, which explained why Maria had taken up running. He put his patient?s age as early thirties. Did the accumulated fat in her thigh?s hurt her? he asked himself, Was she married, had she borne children? There were so many questions that he wanted to ask her, if only she would bare her soul, her body, to him.