She who would not lie below Lilith was bored; bored and frustrated. She hadn’t had a man in days, and she had a legendary sex drive – a drive which needed to be satisfied regularly; on an hourly basis if at all possible. Sure she had her nymphomaniac sex toys to keep her company, but sometimes only a real man would do! Shame there weren’t any around these parts! Ironic really – given that she lived in the city’s Red Light district! She went over to her city-centre, apartment window and drew back the net curtain. It was still pouring with rain, and she could hear the penetrating wind singing like a siren down the alleyway outside. She looked down towards the secluded alcove at the far end of the narrow alleyway and smiled. Ha! Ha! He was, of course, still there – the raggedy-assed, public footslave; never off duty; whatever the weather. Ha! Ha! Soaked to the skin, and looking totally miserable with his head bowed forlornly over his wooden footblock as he knelt in an ever increasing po...