Evelyn undid his bowtie and unbuttoned his shirt. She stooped and leaned in to attend to his left shoe and sock. Her breasts dangled forward on her ch...st and Rubin’s hand cupped one. He bounced it a bit, hefting the weigh, admiring its fluid resiliency. He rolled the nipple as she attended his other shoe and sock. He released it as she kneeled up and pulled his shirt tail out of his pants. She worked the cufflinks. Standing up, she walked behind Mr. Rubin and skimmed his shirt off. She. ‘I have no idea what you are talking about.’ He gave her a mischievous smile and sunk real low in the water as he glided towards her. ‘Oh, no you don’t,’ she giggled as she tried to paddle away. But, he was much too quick for her and overtook her easily. He grabbed her waist again and pulled her close. She gasped when she felt a hardness brush against her inner thigh. Was he this excited over her? She felt an overwhelming yearning for him but wasn’t ready for all this. She wasn’t prepared for. He was about 5-11, but weighed in at 140 and none of it was fat. He had always left me alone, but not some of my friends.I had glasses at 14, you know the big, thick, black-rimmed ones, and I was smart. We were tested for IQ when we entered high school, and mine was 141. Anyway, right before school started one day when I was 16, Gordon was pushing two of my friends around and demanding lunch money. James Sherman was about 5-5 and maybe 130 lbs, and Bill Hiller was 5-6 and 90 lbs, and neither. “So I would say, Steve, that you have never, ever been in a monogamous relationship. Birgit’s expectation for you conformed to the social norm — one man, one woman, together. But when have you ever cared about social norms? Or what other people think? I’d say that your life was pretty well fucked-up by trying to conform to what one other person thought. Why the hell would you let millions of other people control your life? Or worse, go back to letting one person control you.”“But I don’t see.