I felt something swarm in the back of my brain; the desire to have her, the desire to want her. I opened my mouth to speak but the call for words did ...ot come. As an English teacher I expected the words to come naturally, but my throat was dry, the clamminess of desire clotted my speech.Alex moved slowly and reached out, pushing away the papers that clouded my midst and then looked back at me again, her eyes entering my own once more. My hands began to sweat at the palms and I sat motionless as. The song ended and we walked over to the bar and got a couple of glasses of wine. The room was crowded and we couldn’t find a place to sit, but then we spotted one seat over against the wall. ‘C’mon’, she said, ‘I can sit on your lap!’ I sat down and she perched sidesaddle on my lap and leaned sideways against me for support. We clinked our wine glasses together and sat and drank and talked and people-watched for a while. I was enjoying the pressure and warmth of her bottom against my legs and. I felt pretty guilty about feeling bad. God, I am so fucked up, I thought.I got into my warm bed more than a little disappointed in myself. It was warm because I did not have a lot of use for air conditioning. I was one of those rare Americans who can deal with the heat. I kept the AC on at work, so that I didn't sweat up my clothes, but even then it was mostly for the clients and Sam. At home I didn't mind the heat at all.Once in the bed I tried forget everything and drift off to sleep. I was. Tom has a wicked sense of humor and said to me take her clothes off. I know how to fix this bitch I took her dress off while Tom opened a couple of draws. Smiled and came back with a condom we slipped off her underwear and Tom took a condom out of its packet he laid her down flat on her stomach pushed the condom between the cheeks og he butt and we covered her with a blanket. We left as we went out Tom locked the back door he smiled we went back our wives were having a coffee Tom and I had.