Somewhere around four in the morning, while I was musing on the subject of honor, I sorta nodded off.Honor has become a troubling concept for those of...us living in the modern western world. Many believe it to be an outmoded concept, serving only to remind us of how far humanity's advanced beyond our primitive and uncivilized nature.Honor has been replaced, in the western world, by the fairly recent promulgation of individuality. And make no mistake, this idea is recent; barely more than a. We agreed to try our strange three-way relationship. Jan and Chloe called in and quit. Their boss was one of those who thought the girls who worked for him owed it to him to let him play touchy-feely with them. Chloe was the only one he left alone, and only because she’d had a massive screaming and crying attack the first time he tried it.I also warned the girls about Marisa and Carlotta, my two bed warmers, being sure to emphasize that they had come to me.“We’ll discuss them further after we. Instead of moving my hand away, I left it there. I was too afraid to touch him any more and too excited to take my hand away. We stayed like that for the rest of the movie. Mark’s hand on my breast and my fingers just barely touching his hard young clock. When the lights came up, we both moved our hands away and left the theatre. We had a normal chat about the movie on the drive home, neither of us mentioning anything about what had taken place int the theatre. Then Mark surprised me by asking. You put my hand on your thigh and then you bitch when I try to hug you. What do you call it?" Trying to help you keep your hands to yourself."Bobby opened the door for her and went around the car. He pulled out of the parking lot."My house is the other way?" Your dad said you didn't have to be home until twelve. It's only ten." I don't care. Take me home, Bobby Jones."Bobby chuckled and sped down the dark road into the park."I said I wanted to go home, Bobby." My dates don't go home this early,.