" She pressed a finger against his chest, playfully pushing him down before she was on top of him, shaking her shirt loose and locking his hands behin... his head, forcing him to stare at those perfect tits of hers. "She doesn't have to know, and if you bring her over I promise I won't get in the way. I understand she has your heart, but she can't be here all the time so you better don't push your wasteland slut away now that she needs you."He sighed. "You're not just my..."Her finger on his lips. They were an institution, a cultural phenomenon, she’d said. So we’d packed our bags at a moment’s notice and headed off on our overnight shopping trip. We’d dressed more conservatively than normal—Luciana in a coral halterneck dress with its bust ruching. The top displayed just enough of her tanned cleavage to be classically sexy while the floaty skirt showed her long legs to perfection. I’d gone for a different look, dressing simply but sexily in a low-rise pair of skinny jeans that could. We kissed a few more times, and I then got out of the car. I helped her out and hand in hand we walked up to the front door. I felt her flow into my arms as we shared a long but tender kiss goodnight.“Bo, can we make this a regular thing?” she asked, almost shyly.“Tell you what, let’s plan on maybe Monday nights, if that is OK. I feel a little guilty about not patrolling tonight, and I don’t want to skip too many weekends. We can do Mondays, that is the slowest night of the week. And I can. We giggled our way back to the registry office hugging each othertightly on the way.The service passed in a bit of a haze and before I knew it we weresigning the marriage certificate and off in a cab for the Dorchester.Once we got there Alicia said that she wanted to get ready for mybig surprise (wink, wink) so I was to wait in the bar downstairsuntil she called.After about an hour (god, women take forever to get ready foranything) my mobile went and I galloped up the stairs as fast as Icould.