We all figured you were a bit of a prude. Sorry, that sounds really rude. I didn’t mean any offence.’ Vicky blushed again.‘No offence taken! I a... err, was a lot of a prude until recently. I’m just beginning to realise that there might be more out there then my dull life lets me see. And now I’m saying too much so I’m going to get you back to work and finish this paper work!’ I laughed.‘OK. If you want to know any more then please ask.’ Vicky said as she headed back to the shop.I sat back in my. In the growing season, he would till and cultivate the fields of his farmstead from dawn to late afternoon. Horatio was envied by the locals for his exquisite wife, Marie. Marie was French born and a woman of exotic beauty. She was well spoken, very attractive, and full figured. The local men would gawk at her whenever she came to town.Marie was a loving wife and attentive to his needs. She cooked, washed his clothes, sewed, and decorated their 2 story brick saltbox house. But the locals. Tastefullydecorated, and lavishly furnished. A large screen tv almost filled one cornerof the room, the bathroom boasted a sunken bath with Jacuzzi,and the bedroom!. Right in the centre of the huge room stood an old, butbeautifully preserved, four poster bed, not only was it? beautiful to look at, the bed was themost comfortable Eve had ever slept on. The rent was very low, but after seeingthe apartment, she totally forgot to ask why, she just felt agreat need to have the place, and it wouldn't. She was having a difficult time with one of her math courses and spent a lot of time studying, and even engaged the services of a math tutor.She also began to struggle with an entirely different matter — sex.Sex with Dwight was sweet and loving, but never great; and she confided to Marta, a female attorney at the law firm where Laura worked part-time, that she had never reached an orgasm."Not even on your honeymoon?" Well, we hardly did it on our honeymoon. Dwight was sick a lot and we ... just.