"You've been home a little over a week from a one-month vacation where I didn't see you at all. You got angry on Friday so we saw each other less than...three hours."I'm not complaining about that time we haven't spent together. It's been entirely appropriate. But explain to me how the few hours we've spent together this week amount to smothering you. And when you finish that, please recall for me a single instance where my behavior impinged upon your independence."Firm and to the point. Not. I move behind you and begin to work my fingers across the top of your shoulders. No wonder your neck and shoulder muscles hurt. They are so tight and you definitely need a massage to help you relax. You move your hair out of the way which helps, but now your collar is causing a problem. I ask if you would mind folding it under. Instead, without a word, you unbutton the top three buttons of your blouse. Now your shoulders are exposed and I have a much broader area of flesh uncovered to me. Up to. He always gets distracted when I do that. It took him a second to answer. ‘Maybe you’re right. A much more… private… party would be… nice.’ I smiled at his disjointed statement. David was holding me tightly against himself and I could feel every inch of his body, including the growing bulge in his pants. I also knew that he could feel every part of my body and I was sure that he wasn’t planning on letting me go any time soon. I pulled his head down and rested my forehead against his. He tried. As I stripped down and put on the robe I looked around the room. It had paper screens with paintings on them for two walls, and the other two were wood. There was a hot tub and cushions and a low table on the floor.I heard the paper screen slide aside and a young girl’s voice excitedly say, “Mr. Edwards ! ” I turned around and saw two of my students from the high school standing there wearing kimonos.“Kimmi ! May ! I didn’t know you two girls worked here. ” I.