She places her hand on Sara's shoulder, says her name and turns her so that they face each other again. "Hey-hey. Don't be sad. We'll keep in touch."S...ra is enfolded in Bev's arms, all her cares falling from her. She presses her cheek against the exposed chilled flesh of Bev's shoulders, breathes in the fragrance of her shower time scents and the rich and musky perfume she earlier dabbed on her neck before leaving the house. Bev's scent, the almost voluptuousness of her body, the torrent of her. Or I just might lose him. And so I began anew, I rededicated myself to be a giver to my lover and my friend. If it is good for him it is good for me and vice versa. I sometimes do what’s called “self talk” and that is what I did here. “I am going to make him soooo glad that he chose me to marry him. He won’t ever again wonder whether I love him or if he married the wrong woman. I will wear him out! I will become all that he wants and all that he needs! I am no longer going to allow myself to. I thought, “Great, she’s going to play with me”. But instead she grabbed the sheet and covered my half hard cock.Then to my bigger surprise she whispered my name as if to see if I was asleep or not. I ignored her and just lay there. She lightly touched my chest and jiggled me while whispering my name once more. Again I played possum and just lay there. Then I felt the cool air of our A/C on my groin as I watched her move the sheet back off my groin area. Again I tensed my muscles to make my. It took a second glance before I recognized that it was the boyfriend of my secretary who I had meet him during our last year’s Christmas party. I remembered him as a chary but likable fellow, who had the nuts to wear his casual street-wear even at this quite formal occasion. But at this day he appeared in black slacks and a plain white shirt, covered by a feminine-tailored sweater. Beside this odd sight, his whole manner appeared strangely woebegone. As if someone would have just informed him.