arranged sex in public place. library. not explicitly, but enough to mark out time frame ISH and place. The none communication created an entirely new zone out of the library, not like a bed, too obvious, but a new groundzzz for flirtation and opportunism. I scoped out areas for increased invisibility. The lack of planning was imperative. I sat reading as if it was foreplay, covert and immersive. His non-communication was arousing in the extreme, the vision of him turning up unexpectedly, and it being as close as possible a chance encounter that required little or no construction was like coming at the same time. A merging of bodies and agency. He disappointed dramatically. A mention of 'other things to adjust', dampened my heightened narcissistic self in public/private mind, the illusion dragged back down to reality. It's ok though, he gets it, and i will respond accordingly. His message was like a missed orgasm, a peaking and then a loss. You choose to continue although the momentum is slowed, or you choose to stop.