“Is it just me or are we just trying to prove a moot point by now?”He didn’t have to explain what he meant, not that he could have with their li...s suddenly connected and the time for words finally over.After knowing each other for years they had surprisingly little time and patience to undress each other, the cold concrete floor without a chance to cool her mind as she came to lie on her back.This was not how she had expected their first night together, mainly because she had not expected any. You sense my tension and put me at ease with a simple stroke of my cheek. I look to my husband, reclining comfortably and watching for what I will do. He gives me a gentle smile which relaxes me and gives me confidence. I turn and kiss your lips again. You taste good. I move my hand to your breast and circle your nipple with my finger. You purr like a kitten so I pinch it a little harder between my fingers and you smile. I feel better now. You want me. I roll on top of you and pin your. " Don't give me that crap Craymer. I know you have more, sojust do it. If you don't, then maybe you need to go buy yousome. I'll expect you back here in about an hour." Withthat, Vince walked out of my office.I was stunned. I didn't know what to do. I tried to thinkof some way that I could worm my way out of this one, butsomehow I knew that no matter what I said, Vince's versionof the story would prevail. I was numb all over as I walkedout to the car and drove home. I thought about not. He pulled out a half gallon of one percent chocolate milk."You just got yourself laid," she whispered. "Open it!"He did and, as if they had been doing this for years, he held it to her lips while she drank straight from the plastic bottle. Then he took a swig himself."Nectar of the gods," he sighed."You got that right," she said, wiping her mouth with the back of one hand. That didn't work out well, because her entire hand was covered with the juices of the barely thawed chicken she'd been.