There was still time to make that escape. ‘You know, maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all –‘ ‘No — wait.’ He caught my hand and a...tingle of electricity raced up my arm. ‘I’m really sorry. We’ve only just met and I’m teasing you already. Please — forgive me?’ Though he was still smiling, his remorse was obvious. ‘I’ve got three little sisters — well, not so little these days — the youngest is twenty-six now — but when we were kids I used to wind them up something terrible.’ He shrugged. I opened the door and asked her what she needed and she said her car had gotten a flat and she really needed to use the restroom and call a tow truck. I let her in and led her to the back part of the shop then pointed to a door where she quickly scurried off while proclaiming her gratefulness. I went over to a work table and was reasoning out where I was going to put some of my hand tool storage when I heard her call out, “Do you have any toilet paper?” I looked over toward the garage door. I was a red-blooded American woman with a healthy libido and I wasn’t about to shut it down just because my husband had shut his down. That was my dilemma. And my burden. I tried to focus my mind on other things. I took on more classes at the dance school. I cultivated new friendships and new interests. I took some classes at the University and thought about getting an advanced degree. And I renewed my friendship with my old college roommate, who was originally from Denver, and who had moved. This is something that turns me and my boyfriend on and I often go to work with his come in my panties, hoping my male colleauges can smell how well I've been fucked.The resolution for one week without contraception was mutually decided. We would use condoms for one week. After all, how bad could it be? When arriving back at our apartment I felt an excitement that I had never felt before. And, even stronger than the feeling of excitement I also had a strong feeling of hunger. I knew deep down.