That couldn't happen.He heard movement upstairs. He knew was time to leave and get back to the real world. Then to his horror he heard someone coming ...own the stairs. He would never make it to the bathroom in time much less the sofa. It took Sherry a moment to comprehend the situation until his eyes obviously gave it away. She now fully understood the dilemma at hand. They both were wise enough to remain completely quiet. And Brent knew how he was going to manage this.Since he always went. " I was again blushing.We each took one of the double beds and I kissed her before turning out the lights and taking off my pants. Our bags being at the airport, we had no nightclothes except our underwear. Shortly, I could hear her crying. I sat on her bed and patted her and ran my fingers through her hair. I squeezed her arms.She sighed, "Please hold me."I lay down beside her and pulled the covers up. With her back to me, I could pat and pet and stroke her. She liked me to rub her scalp and. Michele suggested.Well Paula, I must say, you do have a body to kill for, oops! I meantyou are so pretty. You also have the face of an angel. How do you keepsuch a shape? mmm you must have had your share of men, uh honey"Thinking I had better go along with her I answered, " Oh I have had myfair share of men in the past, but please help me Michelle, I love myhusband and I can?t get married again!". I noticed the expression on mywife?s face was one of disbelief or was it one of laughter?Michele. She was all by herself looking out onto the water, sipping a paper cup with wine or champagne. She was a tall girl with long legs and short red hair. She was wearing a pair of slim glasses that made her look quite intellectual and smart but also a little geek-ish. “Waiting for a ship?” I started the conversation. She looked at me as if her mind had been far, far away.“Ohh no – sorry – I was absent – I am in the process of finishing my dissertation and was thinking about my last chapter.” “Ok.