"Miss Olivia, you're here for rehabilitation. You very well may end up fitting into those sooner or later..."Olivia didn't say anything. She felt her ...hroat instantly clenching with fear and anxiety, wondering what the hell they meant."You see, here's the thing, girl. We've been watching you, right?" The voice continued. "You're WAY too fucking boring! I mean, c'mon! You've had sex two times, and I still say that the first one didn't count. You're twenty two now, get a life! You haven't even. He was beginning to feel a mite bit fuzzy himself as he sang the alphabet with Big Bird and Snuffy. How the hell could he resist singing with Muppets -- especially when he was laid up with bandages covering most of his body -- including the part that planted his seed? Not being able to have the chance to make babies for several weeks was going to be his end; he just knew it was. If only he had not gotten out of bed yesterday morning!He knew the minute he woke up without a boner, and his wife. It’s what you always told me to do when we were fucking in a tight place. Wow, it felt so good, and it was naughty. We could have been caught at any moment, but you always liked the idea of getting caught, didn't you John? It gave you an added thrill to what was already, to all intents and purposes, a dangerous situation. You being a married man and all that. (Nudge, nudge, wink, wink).Later we did go into the sea. I went in with just my bra and knickers on but I had to come out because the. They'd started out looking in obvious places the local bar,the kickboxing club and as time went on less obviousplaces, the Lavender tea rooms, a catwalk show, thelingerie tradeshow, places that Jon began to find strangelycompelling.On Thursday night he hadn't even bothered going home to bedand had slept in Rook's reclining seat after a long, longchat with his new (secret) friend.The Rook was fascinating; it had been programmed to be theperfect companion for him, the driver, adapting itself.