All the while, her hand was in his hand. His leg was against hers. They were shoulder to shoulder and could feel each others’ breathing. It was inte...sely personal. When the hero and heroine finally slept together, it was tremendously erotic. They were in a hotel room in Paris, with the Eiffel Tower out their window. They had just come back from a dinner filled with sexual tension. When the door to the room closed, the hero started to walk toward his room of the two-room suite. The heroine just. It was just before he sentenced me to six months 'and soldier on' in the slammer or Colchester Military Corrective Training Centre as the British Army prefers to call it. The reason for my long sentence was twofold. Firstly, as the CO succinctly put it - "You are a lying cunt and a disgrace to the Corps," and secondly, I was based at a very hush-hush facility in Yorkshire, where people going AWOL sets alarm bells ringing, especially as I'd vanished whilst on guard duty. It would appear that for. "I just have to face the truth here.And that means talking to Monica."I put down the alarm clock I'd been clutching, got up and grabbed myphone off the counter to text Monica."Need to talk to you. Lunch? Plan B? 11?"There was no response at first."Really important."Alexis and I sat staring at the phone for a few minutes. Still noresponse."She might not be up yet," Alexis said.I just kept staring at the phone."Or maybe she's in the shower," she added."Or maybe she found out, and she's not. I slipped on my boxers and still had a semi erection as I went down stairs where Mum and Lisa were busy making scrambled eggs so I sat at the table watching them, Mum with her nighty which rode up showing her arse cheeks and the thong string going up her crack and the pubic hairs trying to escape between her legs and Lisa whose tee shirt was not as long as usual and was clearly showing her arse which looked bare as her thong was small and tight, it was obvious they were teasing me as every now.