. injured?” she asked, without preamble.Bobby had thought about that a lot. He remembered vividly what she’d said.“You said you can’t love me,...�� he said, softly.“And you believe that means I’m not allowed to love you,” she said.“What else could it mean?”“That’s the complicated part,” she said. “It’s true that I’m not supposed to love you. It’s inappropriate for me to love you. I could lose my job for loving you. It’s not fair to you if I love you, because you should be in love with a girl your. " I cut off a piece of egg, mixed it with some bacon and shoved it in my mouth before washing it down with half of my black coffee. "I just hope I haven't fucked things for you." Oh I doubt that son, if anything you tiring the poor girl out last night is going to make things easier on an old man like me tonight. After all if it keeps Connie satisfied and she can still keep a little for an old man like me who am I to complain?"The rest of the day I walked around in a dream thinking of what it. We were quite happy to be alone in privacy. Wewent to this nice bar to have a few drinks. I onlydrank beers and my wife gobbled one after anotherglass of wine and even a few gin and tonics. We didn’teven bother about dinner. But after four hours ofdrinking and chatting, we were feeling no pain.Especially her. In fact she couldn’t even walkproperly and I had to support her on my shoulder.Anyway, we decided to go for a stroll to clear ourheads before reaching our home. So we got off the taxiand. His room was the closest so it was logical that we would go to his to finish off."Was that good, babe?" he asked as we walked to his room."It was amazing, honey, but it wasn't enough," I responded.He was calm and, for a moment, smiled a devilish smile. In a few steps, we were at his door. He unlocked it so calmly and I stepped in after him. He closed the door and locked it slowly."It wasn't enough, you said?" he questioned so calmly as he unbuttoned his shirt."No, it wasn't. I am so sore. I.