‘Yes, I’ll just be a little slow. You should be too, they look pretty slippery.’ I was right, the stairs were slippery, but eventually we manage... to climb to the third story. Once there, it was a pretty easy walk to Donna and Kura’s room. Turning on our flashlights, we opened the door. To our amazement, hardly anything inside was damaged. Obviously, the carpet was the biggest casualty, and the water damaged some of their possessions, but otherwise it was in relatively good shape. Donna sighed. “All the other girls will have their boyfriends there. Why can’t I?” “Because your boyfriend is 40 years old and I’d look out of place at a school dance,” he explained to no avail. “I think it’s that you don’t want to be seen with me,” I told him. “That’s not true Kait, I’m just too old to go to the dance with you,” he said again. “I wanna go to the dance!!” I pleaded with him. “Do I have to turn you over my knee and spank you again?” He threatened as he lowered his voice. “Oooh yeah, that. “We managed to get together five or six times after that, and every time things were just as wild and passionate. Then we got careless. His wife almost caught us one night when we were in the pool, so the next time my wife was out for awhile I decided to ask him over to our house. That went ok, but the next time.....The next time, my wife came home early and caught us buck-naked on the couch in the den. She made quite a scene: told the other wife, told her parents and mine, and next thing I. “I want- I want to kiss you. More than I-I want to do anything right now. You-You’re amazing.” His stutter is the most charming thing I have ever heard. “I feel the same way, I-“ and before I can finish, he cuts me off with a fervent, sweet, tender kiss. The kind of kiss that means something- the kind of kiss that makes your body and soul yearn for MORE. A fire starts to burn within me. I place one hand on his back and the other in his hair and kiss him sweetly, then passionately, then almost.