I shushed them as he approached.Jacob wrapped his toned arms around my furry waist. “You talking about me?”“Yes,” I told him. “Well, actuall... about me and my insecurities.”“Which are?” he asked.I looked at Stella, who was urging me to tell him.“I was bummed that our musical tastes don’t overlap because we are from different generations, and therefore I won’t fit in with your buddies and into your life.”Jacob recoiled like a heavyweight had punched him in the jaw. “How…?” He shook himself into. ” He stopped. Ellen took a deep breath. “Not bad, Mark, not bad. Have you ever told Carol how she looks?” “Yeah, I tell her she looks good all the time.” “Not that. I mean, like how you just described me.” “Well, no.” “Why not?” “We’re married, so we’re gonna fuck anyway. But to fuck you I have to talk like this.” Carol looked very angry, and I was mad also, but Ellen, as usual, was calm and patient. “OK, Mark, let’s think. First, let me tell you, as you were describing me, what makes me. Her lips came searching for mine and in the process the wet towel ended up on the carpet as her now naked body pressed up against mine. Any thoughts I had about leaving were quite forgotten.The last words I could remember her saying were, "Give me a baby, Max!" before we fell into the bed and got down to some serious romancing. My clothes joined her towel on the floor and soon we were both naked in bed and oblivious to everything else around us.I had spent my late teenaged years fantasizing. What if you have a fainting spell? You could drown. It's probably time for me to get out anyway." Oh, come on. Tell you what. I'll just sit on the edge and dangle my feet in. I'll even do it over the shallow end."She considered for a moment. "Oh, all right," she replied. "Go get your swimming trunks on."He smiled, then hurried up the stairs. This was an opportunity he didn't want to miss, and he really had no intention of just sitting on the edge. He might do it for a couple of minutes, but he.