Just say the word and I'll give you what you want. What you need." " No, I...so sore from last night," she begins to protest, unsure of how to respond... " I know you want it Sunny." I whispered, pausing to place my lips on her shoulder and gingerly kiss the flesh beside her exposed bra strap. " I know you want it just as much as I do... maybe even more." She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing it all were just a dream. Her body shivering as my lips touch her skin and my pelvis press against her ass.. “Ganbei!”“Ganbai!” She enthusiastically joined me. “You know some Chinese?”“I only remembered that because I heard it in a movie once and I thought it was really close to the Japanese ‘kanpai’ which I learned from a book once.”She smiled. “I will teach you another word now. ‘Mimi.’”I practiced it a few times until she found my pronunciation satisfactory. I still didn’t understand tones.“What does it mean,” I asked.“A secret. I’m going to tell you one.”“Uh, I can’t promise to keep a secret if it. I liked it a lot in the beginning, calling my husband “my honey and darling”, bragging about him before my girlfriends and everything was OK.However, by degrees, it bored me more and more; at first I didn’t understand even why it was happening to me. Stan used to be very careful and tender to me, but there was no element of courting, game and flirt, and I was feeling myself as a thing, as I belonged to him. My girlfriends had everything form intrigue and passion, and flirt and I conceived. “Oh Kevin, all men do it; us girls do it too you know. Does your girlfriend keep her hair brush beside her bed?” I nodded. “Does it have a nice smooth handle like this one?” She held up her brush. I nodded again. Aunty slid the handle into her body. “Well Lovey it probably keeps her happy at night time, but it won't be as good as your stiffy.” I left her and sneaked to my room. The next day Aunty and I tried not to catch each other’s glances, but everybody else seemed the worst for the night.