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bridge pulling Nigel behind her.  As they gazed out over the undulating waves of the Thames River, she explained that while the structure’s two drawbridges were manually operated at this time, they were being converted to electrical power.  That improvement would put yet another group of British citizens out of work in the coming year.  Nigel asked how high up they were and she told him they were 200 feet in the air.  He directed Deanna’s attention to a barge nearing the bridge and suddenly a loud, metallic groaning accompanied the two drawbridges as they rose to allow passage.  Men appearing to be no larger than rats scurried back and forth on the deck of the barge.  Deanna leaned against Nigel snuggling into his side.  She murmured that all men appeared small and insignificant to God when he looked down on the earth.
    Nigel was taken aback by such an odd statement, but he sensed that Deanna was feeling nothing, if not fanciful, and it set off an alarm in his brain.  He hastily thanked her for bringing him to such a cool place, wanting nothing more than to get his feet back on solid ground.  Deanna reminded him that this bridge was far more than cool---it was her special place---the only location in the great City of London that soothed her soul.  He nodded, unsure of how to respond, and suggested that they leave soon to avoid the terrible rush hour traffic jams London was notorious for.
    She glanced out at the river one last time and followed him to the lift.  Deanna believed Nigel felt the healing power of this bridge, and she was glad that she had brought him here.  This experience would make their time together sweeter, and bring them closer together than ever.
    Nothing could have been further from the truth.
    When they pulled up in front of Deanna’s small flat on Woodsome Road, Nigel felt an overwhelming urge to drive away as fast as his powerful bike would take him.  It was irrational and he chided himself for being ridiculous.  He tried hard to convince himself that they would spend a lovely weekend having wild, satisfying sex, and come Monday morning, Metal Urge would be on their way to Shropshire to become real rock stars---his definition of musicians who actually got paid .  What could be better than that?  He fetched a duffle bag he had placed in the foyer outside of her flat before collecting Deanna at her job, and followed her inside ignoring the alarm bells ringing madly in his head once again.
     
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    The weekend turned out to be much like Nigel hoped it would, allowing him to shrug off his earlier misgivings.  Deanna pleasured him in ways he had only dreamed of; he literally begged and pleaded for more.  He eagerly reciprocated and Deanna experienced mind blowing gratification in places she didn’t even realize existed, much less knew were capable of experiencing such unbelievable delight.
    They reluctantly left the damp, tangled sheets to eat and watch a little television before luring each other back to the bedroom to discover even more innovative ways to pleasure one another.  But it all turned sour in the early hours of Monday morning right before Nigel had to leave, and Deanna begged him to make love to her.  He was eager to be on his way and her choice of words made him edgy and uncomfortable.  Hadn't he spent hours getting her off?  What more did she want from him?
    Their last few minutes together went so badly that after returning to his flat, he realized he’d never get rid of the persistent, gnawing guilt until he apologized.  Despite his wounded pride, he grudgingly marched to the corner phone box and called her.  Nigel could still picture the hurt and confusion in Deanna's beautiful green eyes after his body failed to respond despite her expert ministrations prompting him to storm out of her flat in anger and embarrassment.  Although he resented her for putting him in such an awkward and humiliating position, he still couldn’t shake the feeling that he was