I promise, no sex. I just need some intimacy with you, baby … need skin-to-skin contact with my beautiful wife.”She nods her head and I lift her o...f my lap and carry her into the bedroom. I set her down by the bed, and softly kiss her tear-streaked face. Reaching down, I slowly lift her t-shirt over her head, revealing her breathtaking body. I haven't seen her completely naked in so long, I forgot how truly breathtaking her body is to my eyes. My fingers take hold of the waistband of her. Before I dawned a Mohawk, ripped jeans and a leather jacket I was just another geek that drooled over every cheerleader that walked through the school hallways. But now I had status. I never tried to dispel the false (and sometimes true) stories that circulated around town about what nasty bits of anarchy I had committed the week before. I just loved being the center of attention. With that, every good girl looking for a bad boy had me on their radar. I had the pick of the crop at my beck. Everything had gone well and to schedule for the day. Around 4.00pm the bus was due to arrive for pick up. While I was waiting, I decided to text my wife Jacqueline to let her know I was on my way home. She hadn’t responded, probably having a wine or two with one of her friends. The bus had arrived, surprisingly on time. I had boarded the bus, and my designated seat was next to a man about the same age as myself, and for a male I had found him quite attractive. I’d put my travelling bag in. School was going good, as I was paying attention and doing my work, which was reflected in my grades.Kickboxing was going awesome; things were starting to flow naturally for me. I was starting to throw techniques without thinking during sparring sessions.Master Boripat continued his pitches to try and get me to take another fight. Knowing the way research on concussions would go in the future gave me a unique insight. I mean, joining the Marines would probably give me all the blows to the head.