I mean I really love it. Especially all the nasty stuff I'd been doing the past few weeks. I got off on everything that I did and knew I wanted to do....But what is going to happen to me when I am no longer looked upon as a woman married to an Air Force man? I mean how can I be looked upon as a respectable housewife when I am doing nothing to be respectable? It is a given however, before all this happened I did feel I was respectable. Now when people see me they will see me for what I am. I am. I moved in about 4 months ago just after I finished university as it was a walking distance to my new job, so no car or travel, and just basic rent to pay with no extra bills so I knew I’d be able to save quickly to get a deposit on a house. He was and still is a very nice, gentle guy, apart from in the bedroom, and we get on very well. I had full use of the secluded garden and was quite happy relaxing in there in just a bikini with Frank around. I actually liked the fact he was probably. After dinner, we enjoyed talking with her parents. They went upstairs to bed and we followed them ten or fifteen minutes later.We kissed in the hall passionately and Lisa whispered, "Later!"I whispered back, "But not much!"We went to our separate rooms closing our bedroom doors to the hall. We opened the doors to the bathroom at the same time. She crooked her finger at me and I followed it and her into her bedroom leaving the bathroom doors open.She undressed slowly and seductively. I copied. Slowly she releases her hand from my mouth, motioning for me not to talk.I just nod in agreement as I think of the others. I hope they're allalright? The ditch turns out to be the bed of a small stream, little morethan a trickle really. We follow it down the hill and away from all thenoise. Eventually it leads us to the edge of a small country road."We can follow the road," Poppy says. She continues to grip my hand likeboth our lives depend on it. I want to tell her how much it means to haveher.