"Good, rub this ointment under your eyes," I ordered, holding out the cold cream container."Why?" Francois asked, staring askance at the ointment."Mak...s your rooster big," Candy giggled. "If it's as big as you say, maybe my hungry cat will eat it."Francois's grin was priceless. He was so eager to rub it on his eyes that I suspected he was a virgin, and his over-the-top flirting was only a mask to hide it. Michel frowned and Candy shook her cleavage at him and he sighed, sniffed the minty. Even outside the dojo, he often sought my advice.He was, in many ways, an unpolished diamond and I felt privileged to teach him. He just had this way of making me smile and happy to see him.That day, since he was alone, he insisted I don't hold back with my warm-up program. He knew I'm a merciless coach and my warm-ups are tough and that's one more reason why I enjoyed working with him so much. Like the little masochist he was, he used to jump at every chance of asking me to break him. I really. "Lock it in the gun safe, please."I handed Patti the keys to the college Suburban and said, "I will e-mail you with an update as soon as I know something."Barnes drove, I sat in the passenger front and Reams behind me. They started no conversation and neither did I. Since they had said nothing I worked on my smart phone doing e-mails as Barnes drove towards Washington.Not long after we crossed the city line the Suburban turned into a dilapidated neighborhood that could have easily passed for a. I did a very stupid thing and would have to live with it. I could make it up to David by loving him and our daughter. That's what I decided to do.I forgot about the stupid answering machine and as you know David took out the tape and my panties that I had worn and saved them. I didn't even think about the panties. I have a half dozen pair of pink panties and it never occurred to me that a pair was missing.When David got home I took him in the bedroom and made love to him time and time again. I.