She remembered back to her last boyfriend, Tom. They had been going together for almost 12 months, although both still lived independently. The more s...e thought about it the more she realised that the sex with Frank last night and then again this morning had been much more satisfying than any of the more hurried couplings she had experienced with her ex. Actually, she realised, better than with any of her ex lovers, not that there had been many, just three all told.It seemed hard to believe in. “kavita,” Mr. khan said, almost warningly. She smiled and allowed her mouth to relax; her nude colored lip glossed lips framed her teeth. Very carefully she lifted herself onto one of the desks and crossed her legs seductively.“I’m really sorry, Mr. khan.” She leaned forward and ran her fingers through her blond hair as if in defeat. Remembering her d****d tank top, she leaned forward, allowing her Stanford graduated English teacher a look down her tank top and lace bra. “I won’t do it. Allowing your mouth to hang open in such a manner is bound to attract..."She opened her mouth to cut off Erik's suggestive remark, when suddenly Helen's normally melodious voice resounded throughout the entire cottage with an ear-splitting screech. Christine's blush drained from her face and Erik's head whipped about to stare in the direction of his bedroom door. The two began to speak at the same time."What the fuck?" He shouted."Mon Dieu! Do you think someone is in the house?" She gasped.Erik. Her friends talked of cyber-sex, she thought of his messages; her friends talked of cam-sex, she thought of his voice, the deep calm voice. Her friends talked of swapping names, swapping partners, swapping roles, she thought of swapping addresses, his and hers, but his first, he insisted. Her friends giggled over meaningless chat-room antics, she said nothing, they would not understand, she did not understand, not fully, not enough to explain it, but she felt it, felt his influence, that deep.