” She put her hand under my left breast and lifted it, sliding her fingers to that nipple and squeezing it, making it hard. “This is going to be a...very sexual time for you. You should know those women that came with us were talking about giving you the first tattoo symbol. They decided to wait until after this trial, however. They believe you will complete it, only time being the factor.”“Do I get a choice about the tattoo?” She just stared at me, then lowered her eyes and touched the spot. Time? ‘Time for what?’ He let go of me and shoved his hands in his pockets. He stared at my combat boots and dug into the sidewalk with his running shoe. ‘To see if we could, you know, be more than friends.’ I closed my eyes. Aww hell. ‘C’mon, Wright, say something.’ He sounded nervous. ‘I don’t know what to say.’ ‘Well, say you’ll go out with me Saturday then.’ I was supposed to be fucking the major on Saturday. How in the hell had my life gotten so far out of control? And how could I stand. You grabbed my hands and broke my grip to turn around. We looked into each other's eyes and smiled as you wrapped your arms around my neck. We stood there kissing passionately, it never ceased to amaze me how we'd been married for three years and your kisses still drove me crazy and gave me butterflies. I reached down and grabbed your butt with one hand and turned off the stove with the other. you looked back and giggled because you knew it was "lovemaking time" as we had jokingly called it. You could have any woman on this planet, so again... why me? I'm a married mother of two."He seemed to take his time with his response, which only increased my anxiety.“Can I be honest with you, Jen?" Of course, I expect nothing less." My answer is... I don't know. I guess I was attracted to you from the first time I saw you. I knew you were special.”“Was that the day we went to the San Diego Zoo and out to dinner?”“Yes, but… even before that.”“Before?" I said in confusion. "What do you mean?.