Very quiet and shy, was the impression. "Yes?" I ... I just ... want you to know ... I'm ... really sorry ... you're having all that ... trouble ... T...at's all." She turned to leave."Hey," Ben said, quickly. "Will you tell me your name?"Blushing, she said, "It's ... Beth." Hi, Beth. I'm Ben. You know that. I'm happy to meet you Beth. Will you sit with me? Please? Have you had your lunch yet?" Ben was flustered. He didn't know what to do, or say. But he knew he didn't want this shy, blushing. ” The noise building up to an explosion of energy as she does what looks like a sit-up, or an ab-crunch, her whole body tightening up – and then releases herself, throwing back onto the couch and gasping as an orgasm rocks through her. Gasping, “Oh God!” loud.Her fingers gripping the hair and flesh on the top of his head, making sure he doesn’t move away or stop ... He doesn’t care just so long as this lovely taste keeps coming... “Yes!” She squeals. “Oh yes ... Oh fuckin’ hell ... That’s .... " When we go inside, what's next?" That depends. You want to go? Or, are you staying?" If you'll let me go why'd you take me out to the desert?" I wanted to talk with you. I needed to get your attention before you'd listen. It worked." Do we need to go back to the desert to fuck like that again?" No. We will fuck like that often, and we'll fuck in many other ways too." Then, I'm staying." She opened her door and got out. Bob got out too and as she went through the door into the house Bob. .. Why not? I shuddered as I pondered my emotions. Why had I rarely thought about her, let alone asking Steve to edit my lover? He could have made her into a perfect companion for us, like he appeared to have done. What had held me back?Guilt.I didn't want to put him in that position of having to choose. Deep down, I knew I'd hurt him in this other life I couldn't remember. I didn't want him to feel pressured to do something that would bring him pain. I didn't know if he resented Marissa or.