When I woke up Sunday morning, I found myself nested up against Stuartโs rounded butt. Stuart was either fast asleep or pretending to be asleep. My first inclination was to pull away, but I was beginning to feel so helpless, hopeless, and alone in the world, that snuggling with Stuart was comforting to me. I had a morning woodie when I woke, but when I realized what was happening, I quickly lost it. If Stuart was playing possum, I wondered if he was disappointed that I lost my erection. I lay ag