.” Her words were broken up by slow deep thrusts from her husband. She blinked away the sleep of her eyes and stared up into his green eyes with her...own cloudy blue. The sunlight coming in wrapping his figure in its glow for her to see. She moved her hands up around his arms. Touching and feeling his well built and fit arms. Years of military service and continued conditioning allowing him to retain that built look she loved so much about him. “…mmm, right there. Do… don’t stop.”“Oh, I won’t.”. Then she startled me with a sudden “So, Mike, what’s your greatest fault?”Oh boy. I hadn’t been asked THAT question since we’d done some practice job interviews with the faculty at college. Back then, I’d admitted to impetuosity. I knew that was no longer the case; if anything, I’d become too careful, too staid, too prone to considering the possible consequences. I told her that, and she probed a little. I thought aloud, “I guess I’m in danger of becoming an old man before my time. Too many. While we stood in the hotel lobby a man approached from behind us and instructed us to put on our masks. When the gentleman finished speaking we were joined by six young ladies in Mardi Gras type outfits with elaborate masks and headgear, and two other gentlemen who appeared to be considerably older than anyone else. The two men wore business suits with cloth masks reflecting a lack of imagination in their selection. I couldn’t help myself so I asked the one closest to me, ‘What are you. Being nine months pregnant makes it hard to go to work or do much else for that matter. I was a week over due and miserable. The doctor told me to have sex to help bring on the labor but my husband was not into having sex with anyone whose belly was bigger than his (it was a close call). I wanted this k** out and was willing to do anything to make it happen.I could not even get sleep in the house because it was full of workers trying to get the nursery ready for the baby. In typical fashion.