”“We’re not packing any more boxes tonight,” she said, holding her head against his chest.“We’re not?” he asked. “My wife is gonna be ...issed!”“No, she won’t. She wants to go to bed with her husband, make sweet, tender love, and fall asleep in his arms,” she murmured.“She’s a smart woman,” Chad said. “I must be smart too, for not letting her get away. Let’s go to bed. I promise to be more productive tomorrow. I want to touch and taste my wife again. I don’t think I could ever get enough of. Jeff must have been on the lookout for this behavior, because he said sharply, "No touching!" Stephan, being the weasel that he was, quickly backed off.Despite the no touching rule, there was a certain amount of brushing of bare flesh that happened when I bent over or leaned between people. All too quickly the snacks and drinks were refilled and they were on to the last hand.Jeff threw the last small chip into the pot and dealt the cards. There must have been some fairly good hands, because the. Claire stayed nearby, clearly being the most fully-rounded woman in the place.While I was working my arms on a curl machine, an older guy, maybe thirty, walked up to Claire and started talking to her. I could see she was clearly uncomfortable, especially given his age.I got up, walked over to her and gave her a weight to work with, and her gentleman left.“Jealous much?” she said taking the weight from me.“Damn right I am,” I exclaimed.We kissed and went back to working out together. This time. You notice that she seems to be hiding the left side of her body."Well? You gonna answer?" She bursts, and stands from her position, crushing the glass from your broken window with her feet.You see now that her left eye is a blood red, contrary to the sky blue of the right. The arm from her right arm is a purple color, scratch like markings, the same red as her eye glow and trail from her wrists all the way to her elbow where her arm becomes normal again.You shake your head and ask who the.