“So, this will be the pattern for the semester?” Elyse asked. “You coming for the weekends?”“I think so, unless something comes up for eithe... of us. Also, I am going home with you guys for Labor Day.”“Cool. It’ll be good to have you around. As nice as Steve is, it’s good to have female company to talk to.”“I agree,” Kathy said. “And it doesn’t bother you that we’re sleeping together?”“No. I have earplugs!” Elyse smirked.Actually, unless I completely misjudged, it would be more like Elyse. My hand caressed through her hair, down the taut side of her neck.Her lips broke away from mine, “Jack, I so want you to ease my physical ache. But I'm so scared at the same time."“Don't be. I'm not here to hurt you."She sat up suddenly, looked at me with the passion clouding her eyes, as she said, "Jack, I'm not just a substitute for your wife, am I?"A question I had asked myself, but over the past weeks, I had realised that she was much more than that. Becky would always be part of me, but. Your training is preciding quicker than wethought. Now we have to do the harder training in being a wife andserving your husband. "I screamed, "My husband? Who said I was married, I cant have a husband."She laughed, "Isabella you will learn when you leave you will not beable to survive unless you have a husband. That's a woman's life. Unlessyou want to be a prostitute but you will find life as a prostitute veryshort and brutal. When you leave you will be free to choose if you wantto marry or. ”“Aja -- I love you. Whatever it is, we can work through it.”“Let me get ready for bed,” she replied. “Then we’ll talk about it. Okay?”He nodded. “Okay. I’ll use the bath room downstairs.”Jason returned to her bedroom. Aja was still in the en suite bath. He stripped to his briefs, neatly stacking his clothes on a chair. Then he turned down the covers and slid between them.Shortly Aja emerged in her white cotton slip. She picked up a bottle of lotion on the nightstand and rubbed some into her.