Again, Heather was looking somewhere else. She didn’t say a word and she didn’t look at me.There were so many things I didn’t know then, one of ...hem being how much pleasure the touch of another could bring. All I could think about was rub and stroke and come, really. My idea of foreplay, if I had any idea at all, was to rub on someone else, not for her pleasure but for mine. I suppose I very dimly understood that if she was having fun that might work to my benefit, but the key word here was. I knew this woman was important in my life. I knew my life would never be the same. We touched, and from then until we reached the house neither was willing to let go of the other’s hand. Our eyes were locked, and we each knew the world was different. In that short walk we sensed the dramatic shift in the direction of our lives. We knew our destines were locked together, and that each was a guide for the other. As we walked I studied every curve and contour of her face. I strived to memorize. I came to see if I could help a bit,” I explained. “It seemed like a good idea to me.”They laughed and told me they didn’t care if I was the boss, his wife, his wife’s boy toy, or whoever, provided I kept hauling around sheets of drywall. If I could get them strapped down the right way, I could carry in a dozen sheets in one go. More than that, I had a hard time getting them where needed.I was back at the school in time to walk the kids home.“Dad? Are you feeling ok? Kids were asking me if you. ? One look at her face told me sheneeded me to be gone, but I could not go out the door without being seen, so Ilooked around for somewhere to hide. I had just ducked down behind the couchwhen the man entered the room again. This time they were closer and I couldhear every word they said. ?Julie, get over here now!? You have a client waiting for you upstairsand I don?t want to hear any complaints this time or you will feel the kiss ofmy whip. Come on, we don?t want to keep him waiting.?? I.