As they walked hrough the streets to the Borghese Gardens, Sean shyly took her hand. She did not object or withdraw. She liked the companionship of Sean - and she liked the touch of another human being. She had come to an understanding of herself since being in Rome. She craved being touched. She had heard of people talking of stroking one another and had never taken much notice of it. She had never felt quite like this before. Her body needed to be stroked. Her mind needed to be stroked. She needed to b...