Alan sees me as his best friend and his love and he just encourages me to use the talents and abilities I have. And I watch him and talk to him about ...ow he works and what he thinks and I want to be like that.Right now I want to get him home and showered and shaved and naked.Oh yeah. Sex. Actually, with me and my Alan, it's NOT just sex. It's part of our life, our connection on so many levels, and I remember that first night when I crawled in HIS bed, it was what I wanted, but it was not some. ’ ‘Oh, Ty, I have to work at nine thirty. Why didn’t you talk about this with me before you made a commitment? And will you please get off me?’ ‘But, can’t you go in late? This is our future we are talking about here. If we don’t show up, they might think we aren’t reliable enough to give a loan to.’ ‘I’m sure I can this time, but how many more times are you going to do this to me? I have to keep working until we get off our feet. I can’t just take off any time I want. Again, why didn’t you ask. I waited until she stopped speaking again then continued. "I won't turn you in, as long as you do everything I say." I stated as I reached out and ran my hand over the contour of her breast. Paula watched my hand as it groped her tit through her shirt. I had always thought that Paula might be interested in me but her relationship with Bill was so overpowering that I knew any pass I made would be rejected."John, I can't!" Paula pleaded with me as my hand continued to massage her firm breast, not. Once again, I was totally flummoxed by her candor and oozing raw sexuality. "Well, I ... uh ... I..." I stammered, totally fucked now. I was babbling like an idiot trying to save myself, and once again Stacy spotted my discomfort and threw me a lifeline by speaking."So what's her name?" Uh, who?" I answered stupidly, still totally fucked-up."Your wife, silly. The person we've just been talking about." Oh ... uh ... Heather. It's Heather." Heather, hmm," she replied, as if the name conveyed.