’ ‘All I ever want to for them to be loved.’ ‘How do you help them be loved?’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘Maybe you can ask them how you can he...p their lives to work, for them.’ ‘Ok.’ ‘It’s five thirty. When do you need to go?’ ‘Now.’ He stood. ‘Mark.’ He stopped. ‘Come back tomorrow after three.’ I got up and hugged him. When we let go he said, ‘I felt it in the hug. You love me.’ ‘Go. You want to be early.’ The next day at five minutes after three Mark was walking into my office. He was in slacks, shirt. On that day we spent an incredible amount oftime working on each other's hair and makeup, wantingto look just perfect. We both wore sheer, silk, tanpantyhose to show off legs under our dresses. Anndidn't wear a bra but we both wore are sexiest blacklingerie.Ann had rented a limousine for the night, andpromptly at 9, dressed to the nines, we departed inour chariot.The club turned out to be a private, exclusive club.Ann had managed to get an invitation through her oldWall Street connections. We. We waited for a while. It was nearing ten oclock. Bedtime! My mom yelled. Ok! We yelled back. And finally, the girls arrived. Lisa had on my flannel pajama pants, and a school tee shirt. The rest of the girls wore bright colored sweatpants and college tee shirts. They jumped onto their beds, and laughed in a really cliche giggle. Lights OUT! And dont you dare sneak out! My dad screamed. Deal! I yelled. I went and turned out all of the surrounding rooms lights, the kitchen lights, and the porch. But as the scene progressed, and the couple went from kissing to getting hot and heavy, I felt myself growing frustrated too, as a longing and a tingling began to form between my legs and in my lower stomach. Ugh, if Mark doesn’t return from his deployment soon, I might just blow a gasket without him.My husband has been overseas now for three months, and it was starting to really get to me - me, the woman who was used to jumping him every day the moment he got in the door, and again before we.