" I ran my hand down her smooth hips.She chuckled, then looked sad. "I have to tell you, I've felt so guilty about that first time with you. It's not ...he way I'd always dreamed it." The second time is what I like to remember. Sitting in that tub with you pouring water over my hair like a ritual bath. Me kissing the pain away where I'd bruised you. That was our real first time."Her tears broke loose. "That whole week I felt like a prisoner waiting to die, but that first night here with you was. I’ve tried parlaying my love for reading into writing. I’ve found it to be a very nice outlet for me. I love urban erotica and I try to write hot short stories. I think I have a pretty erotic mind. They say sex is 80% mental and 20% physical. I agree with that somewhat. I hope one day to put all of my short stories together into a book.I walked into the center and down the rows of cubicles to my desk and sat my backpack down. There were six others who were just coming on shift also and talking. Why don’t you sit down?’, she pointed to a place right in front of where she was sitting. He sat down nervously. Malavika was back to her book reading but her fuzzy area was fully open to her little cousin brother. My position was right behind Suresh and I was getting the best view possible. Sipping his drink, I noticed Suresh’s head turn towards the target bravely as my wife’s face was behind the book.I was unable to see his reactions from my place but it was obvious where he was focussed.. I had no idea what was going on and neither did Jess, but Jess knew to just let it run its course until she was ready to talk. And, after a few minutes, she was.Emma pushed herself up from Jess and began apologizing.“Oh God, I’m so sorry. I made a mess of your blouse...” She started rubbing at Jess’ chest, as if somehow she could make it not wet. Jess took her hand and held it in hers.“Shhhh ... it’s ok, don’t worry about it,” Jess soothed.Emma blubbered for a few more seconds before rubbing.