After a particularly hot and passionate interlude, Clare looked over at me in the dim lamp light."Will you love me tonight?" she asked in a very quiet...voice. I was quite surprised that she was the one to bring the subject up."Oh yes, Sweet Clare, if that is what you desire, I will be glad to love you tonight," I told her with a big grin."Your Sisters and Sisters-in-Law have assured me that there is nothing wrong with being loved by the one who you will marry. They were very convincing, and told. She looked sophisticated, sexy, smart and simply gorgeous and it brought a warm glow inside knowing that she was my lover and that she was mine. We stepped out onto the street just as the sun was settling but the evening chill had not yet taken hold. She hooked her arm in mine and we made the short walk to the restaurant, giggling like excited teenagers as we strolled along the street. The restaurant was not busy and we were shown to a quiet table in the corner. We ordered Italian with a. I’m pretty sure I felt or said “I’m screwed.” I was right.He groped me under my skirt the whole cab ride home; unless the driver started asking for more directions, then my skirt got flipped back down to cover me up. I was aware of it, but I couldn’t move. I didn’t say stop in the cab because I was afraid the driver would call the cops or something. As I have said several times, I was very, very drunk. I probably should have said something; maybe it would have scared him. Toward the end. And often Hope would join in too.They tried getting me to join in all the time, and as much as I wanted to, I just couldn’t bring myself to cheating on Chet. Instead of tormenting myself with watching, I would just masturbate furiously in my room all night listening to them get their nasty on. Faith, Hope and Momma didn’t hold it against me much, but I did get a lot of teasing from them. Plus they all wanted a crack at me again but I just wouldn’t compromise.These late night and random fuck.