The stamina of both is staggering. I try to think when they last time we made love with such passion, but I quickly stop this line of inquiry because ...t makes me sad. I rub my swollen clitoris in time with the continuing drum beats. Momentarily it would pause, my husband was given a sense of false hope that it was finished, but punched the mattress when it resumed. "a****ls....just a****ls," he'd say like a mantra and tried to distract himself with the latest sports scores. I made the dreadful. “Maybe it’s out behavior.”She told them, “No, it’s not even your behavior.”And so, they came and went, the first period, second period, third period. Still no desks in the classroom.By early afternoon television news crews had started gathering in Ms. Cothren’s classroom to report about this crazy teacher who had taken all the desks out of her room.The final period of the day came and as the puzzled students found seats on the floor of the desk-less classroom, Martha Cothren said, “Throughout. The first time we were quick, frantic even. Our clothes were left tangledacross the hallway and living room floor; we didn?t even bother to closethe curtains and made love in the street lamp?s glow. With his cumleaking deliciously down my inner thighs I took his hand and led him tothe bedroom where things were slower, cuddlier and much more intense. Wetasted each other?s bodies, I enjoyed him in my mouth again while heconsiderately held my hair away from my face. He licked clean my swollenpussy. In his bathroom you could sit on the toilet and take a shower at the same time–there was no stall, just fixtures in the wall and a drain on the floor and a curtain to protect the toilet and sink from too much splashing. When he’d moved in here he’d wondered if you could fit two in a room like this, wondered at the adjustments, at the slow accommodation of space, at the closeness of living with someone in a walk-in closet. Now he wondered what it’d be like to shut the doors and close the windows.