No, he might wind up on the front cover of a tabloid. Mis. Summerfield, his Business Ethics Professor, too risky. Xena Pride maybe?No sooner did the n...me pop into his head than Arthur’s hand move to write it onto the page. Realizing what he was doing Arthur quickly crossed the name out. His neighbor’s girlfriend was not a good choice.Xena PrideCrossing the name out didn’t erase it from the page however. Accepting what he had done Arthur put the pen down. He had made his decision. There was. Sorry. I haven’t really come up with anything yet.??Well, let’s think about things we can do as pairs.? They sat for a few minutes in silence. Amanda unselfconsciously scratched high up on her inner thigh. Her brightly painted fingernails were in stark contrast to the pale skin. She could hardly keep the smile off her face when she saw Riley’s eyes follow the path of her fingers.Clearing her throat, Amanda said, ?We could be Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson, although I don’t think that we’ll. Moving as one. Francis’ thick cock was soon glistening with Sue’s juices and as Sue’s sighs became a little louder Francis took this as encouragement to go a little faster. It was like a game. Sue’s increasing moans of pleasure aroused Francis to fuck faster and more powerfully. Sue became louder and happier and Francis went faster still. Their mouths were locked together in a series of non-stop kisses.I was aware that I was sweating profusely as I watched them, a cramp in my gut as they kissed. And the Jefferson Memorial.At the Lincoln Memorial Mike spent a few minutes just staring in thedirection of Arlington National Cemetery. Finally he asked, "Sheila,would you mind going to the Viet Nam Memorial?"I was taken a bit by surprise by how nicely he spoke to me. I answeredas sweetly as possible, "Certainly if you want to, Mike."So we went, he seemed troubled as soon as we got there and for a longtime just sat in front of one spot of the wall which I presumedcontained the name of a close.