We both are suffering from the same thing – loss, or I should say, lessening of our romantic lives. We both love our mates and will never leave them... But we also both know that right now they don’t have the time for the romance we desire. I think we should meet for one night. Just a few hours. No names, no details. Just one truly romantic encounter. ‘Just once, just once …before…’ Never again, no real names. Just one fantastic night, so that decades from now we can sit before the fire and. "Watch your language young lady!" He said, cutting me off."Sorry, he is with that ... ummm ... popular girl Rebecca." I replied"You know you're too good for him ... right?" He asked next, glancing across the cabin at me."I know dad..." I said for the third time. This was my default response when I didn't have a good answer."What about that other boy, Mark?" he asked"He's taken also dad..." I said, frowning, half at him and half at the text that just popped up. "Dad ... I said quietly" Yes hun?". With the old guy in the rear and Elbow Guy close in the front, RuthAnn was screened from the other passengers so that only the three of them knew what was going on.What to do? She was virtually pinned. She could not turn or move. It was too embarrassing to scream or make a scene. She was stuck.The old guy slid his right hand off her ass and slowly brought it up to her rib cage. Slowly he started to rub her side boob. Meanwhile, his other hand continued to do her ass. RuthAnn's body started to. I secretly thought there was enough there to feed half of Boston, but I remembered that we had a lot of people and there were bound to be some visitors in the next few days.I led the two of them back down to my room and let Beck read Cheryl’s letter. She was as emotional as the rest of us had been. When I told her that I’d agreed to be listed as the father, she came and hugged me fiercely, but careful about putting too much pressure on my scars.“I’m so sorry I ever believed you wouldn’t do the.