These post-coital trances were a consequence of FUCK that I needed to understand."Well," she began after a pause to marshal her thoughts, "after we we...t to bed, er, made love, er —" She hesitated. "James," she inquired, "what do you like to call it?" Well, Fran, at least in a private conversation I like to keep it simple and call it 'fucking'." Oh yes, of course," she agreed immediately. "That's the best word. I don't know why, but I never liked it before. After we fucked," she resumed, "I. " The stinging I feel deep up my ass feel like it will never go away. It takes me a few minutes to get my breathing under control. During that time, she unbuckles her harness and steps out of it, before curling up to me on the bed. "Well babe, your sweet little ass is no longer cherry. Was it as good for you as it was for me?" She giggles a little at her small joke. "Ha ha, very funny...." I reply, "It actually wasn't too bad, except for that shit you pulled at the end. What the fuck was that. He read the guy parts, and I read the girl parts. It was like we were the guy and girl in the story. You said the story was based on a true story. We felt all the feelings they were having in the story too. This story was about a mom, her son and his best friend. I started reading the girls part. I read for a while and got a chill&hellip,. I said to my self&hellip,.this story seems so real. John&hellip,&hellip, Damn this story is strangely familiar, but I didnt recall reading it before. It. She took more than just a professional interest in him. She could see he was a good looking young man even under all the bandages covering his face and eyes. There was something about him that captivated her. He had a very positive attitude about his treatment and recovery. It was only when she brought up the subject of him going home and who might be waiting there for him did he become depressed and stopped talking. One day, shortly after he arrived he asked about the uniform he had been.