..we'll talk about it when you get back."We had oral sex for weeks and no matter how much I wanted to, I never pushed her for more. I knew that the fi...al obstacle to completing our relationship would have to be overcome by her. I'll admit that I was starting to get impatient when weeks turned to months.The strange thing about the way it happened was that it wasn't in a moment of passion, or after drinking, or by my urging that we finally got to it. She just decided. We were on the bed talking. Joe was the faster of the two. He had caught up to the point where he was practically running right next to me. I immediately changed directions. My sharp angle gave me about a 5-foot lead, but it didn't last. Joe lunged at me and we both fell to the ground. There was a mad scramble as I tried to get away from his grasp, writhing and kicking. Neither one of us said anything, only loud grunting as we fought. I wanted to hurt him. I clawed and slapped at Joe, but he was much bigger than me, and. I ushered him back to my bedroom and locked the door. He was again clad in gym shorts and a T-shirt. I congratulated him on his good work in getting rid of Arnie, clearing the way for my plan to go into effect. Have a seat, I told him, indicating the bed. When he was seated he started to ask about what came next. Me, I said, I come next, as I gently pushed him down onto his back. Get comfortable, I said as I took his shorts and briefs off. I picked up his legs and pushed them back to his chest.. “By the way, Peter, she’s invited us over for a meal – just the four of us. Won’t that be nice?”“If you say so, Caroline,” I muttered, sarcastically.SLAP!!!, SLAP!!!Before I could react, she had slapped me twice across the face with real force.“Don’t you dare talk to me like that Peter! That attitude of yours is going to change! Now, get under my dress again and be sure you make a good job of it! Oh, and by the way, since you can’t seem to stop acting like a little boy these days, I want you to.