Emily was so pretty and as we sat in the bar, buying each other drinks and moving closer, I couldn't wait to touch her.A year later we rented a place ...ogether. I found Emily to be kind and well mannered and I knew we would get on well. We worked in the same area; her as a newly qualified primary school teacher and me as a psychiatric nurse. Our friends got to know each other and we built a community. We worked hard and were often short of money, but when I look back on that year I realise how. John wrestled with what to tell her as he looked at her. "Well sometimes it just happens to guys when they are relaxed," he finally said, hoping her questions would end. Jenna looked at him in confusion, knowing it was because of her, but confused by his answer, "well can I see it?" She asked excitedly, her face lighting up, deciding it was now or never. John gasped at her question, "you, what?" Jenna giggled innocently, "can I see your penis?" John shook his head slowly, his dick throbbing. . something ... anything.I was transparently truthful, because they never strayed anywhere near our 'other' activities, and they left as perplexed about the flare up of assassination attempts as when they arrived. I did leave them with one parting word of wisdom. "Is it possible that they weren't trying to kill me as much as they were trying to destabilize things?"I could tell that my question did exactly what I hoped it would do. They needed a starting point outside the box, if they were going. But, I think when I go home to Russia, it will end and we probably will not see each other again. Until then, though, I hope you will want to keep seeing me.”“Tatyana Ivanovna, I very much enjoy being with you! And I enjoy making love with you and you make me feel very good. And yes, we can keep seeing each other. We both acknowledge the situation and neither of us is foolish enough to expect things to change.”“Good. And, even though it is extremely unlikely, things could change. I will not.