Jane awoke, alone. Abigail had clearly disappeared sometime in the past couple of hours or so. Jane guessed that the rules for lesbians were no different for heterosexual encounters, but she did miss being able to lie here with the first woman she had had sex with and maybe have breakfast or brunch together. Jane then thought about Tori. Of course, her encounter with her had only been in a dream, not reality and in actuality she may have behaved very different. Jane picked up the little note Abigail had left, 'J, thank you Mistress, your servant, A'. It was clear that Abigail had a clear take on sexuality and was out for someone to direct her. Whilst this had been fine and probably, Jane realised, had lifted some of the pressure on herself to perform perfectly, she did not feel it was something she could sustain beyond a few hours. Maybe that was why Abigail had left so early. Of course, Jane could go back to the club or any other and find another one-night stand. She certainly did not have to worry about getting pregnant as a result. However, she realised, that while it was clear, even if she had not known it before, that sex with women was what got her off, she was coming to understand that what she was needing was a girlfriend; someone not just to wake up with after great sex, but to spend the whole day with.nnWas that unusual? Was that not what millions of women in London were searching for? Well, they might not be searching for a girlfriend of course. Jane idly began thinking about the odds. She had gone from searching a pool of five million men, of course many of whom would be too old, too young, married, etc., but anyway there must be five million men in London, to a pool of one-in-ten women who were lesbians. That meant, say five hundred thousand women that would be interested in a female sexual partner. Out of these, of course, again, many would be too old, too young, these days even married or okay, in a civil partnership.

Jane found the small office without much difficulty. It was in a modern looking development rather in a small side road. Each floor seemed to hold a different company. The lobby was unguarded and Jane was able to go to the lift and she found 'Petra Northgate' on the list next to it as being on the third floor. Jane was soon at her office, one of the almost identical doors in a corridor of six. The office inside was small with a tiny reception room unstaffed by any secretary. Petra was there seemingly waiting for Jane when she entered.nn"Jane Portland?"nn"Yes, that's me." Jane responded a little nervously.nn"I'm Petra Northgate, come in."nnPetra had to be in her late fifties. Her dark hair, laced with grey, was bound up in a bun and pulled back starkly from her face. She had a broad face of features that must have once been strong but through age were beginning to lose their definition. Her eyes still seemed to twinkle and gave the impression of an enduring interest in life. Petra's room was like a thousand other medical offices with bland paintings on the wall and a number of certificates. The only distinctive thing was the leather clad reclining chair in the corner.nn"Take a seat, Jane." Petra gestured to the normal office chair in front of her desk.nnJane took the seat and sat silently, assuming Petra would take the lead; she did.

I've been doing some research about anal sex. For those who require background in my reticence to try anal sex, please read my story, Anal Sex What Is the Big Deal.nnI hid in the men's room at the Logan Airport waiting for a couple gay guys to come in and, you know, and have anal sex. No one came in and finally, I was asked to leave by Mass Port Security. Boy that was embarrassing. I did not dare tell them that I was doing anal sex research. It's bad enough they thought I was some gay guy waiting for Senator Craig to use the men's room.nnNext, I went to the library to get some books on anal sex. I could not find any books. They had thousands of books on tits and vaginas and penises but nothing anal sex. I was looking for something that had clear and concise, step-by-step instruction with photos and explanations. I did find a book that had a few color pictures of a man boning a woman up the ass. As Confucius said two thousand five hundred years ago, a picture is worth a thousand words.nnI walked in the library and stood in front of a matronly looking librarian sitting behind her desk reading a book. She looked to be a woman in her late thirties or early forties but who dressed like she was in her sixties. She looked a little bit like Lily Tomlin when she did that operator comedy routine, you know the one where she snorts while taking your telephone call.nn"Where do I find anal sex?"nn"Anal sex?" she said smiling and blushing while fanning herself with a copy of D. Lawrence's book, Lady Chatterley.

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