Some how seeing what she perceived as another person sharing her experience made things better, more normal and acceptable, even if it was her own reflection. Julie was able to grab one of his back legs and then the other, holding him firmly but he was still pulling against her. The nylon gloves she wore slipped over the waxed wood like she was on ice, preventing her from rising back up. She put on one of her large silver hoop ear rings and was about to put on the second when something cold and wet pushed in between her legs and against her sex. The only male she trusted was Barney, a parting gift from her ex husband before he left. Julie was able to grab one of his back legs and then the other, holding him firmly but he was still pulling against her.
