I hope this feeling never ends. Maybe it will. Maybe you’ll go back to Oklahoma, marry some rich oil man and leave me with the memories of the most ...onderful summer of my life. But tonight…right now…ya, baby, I’m so in love with you.’ She smiled. ‘I’ll take that.’ She started unbuttoning my shirt. ‘I surely do feel a whole lotta love for you.’ She pulled the shirt down my back and ran her hands over my chest. ‘Richie, no matter what happens when I go back to Oklahoma, while I’m here, let’s. None of you have seniority over the others—you're all on the same level, so it will be up to me to choose one among you to be the officer." Well, sir, whatever choice you make will be the best one," Jim said. "I do want to be considered, but I know that you'll make the choice that you think is the best." Hmmmp, yeah," his boss grunted. He leaned back in his padded leather chair and looked at Jim, studying him. "I'll make the choice over the weekend—by Monday anyway." He laid a hand between his. Toadd to the odd feeling, even my arms feel exposed and the bedspreads feeldifferent on my naked skin, as if the touch is somehow more direct. Evenmy morning erection feels like it's straining into something else than thecotton of my pajamas.My wife walks in to the room, diverting my attentions from the unusualsensation. She's wearing a dark gray pencil skirt and a plain silksleeveless blouse, along with nylons and heels. She's also wearing moremakeup than ordinarily. Beside her usual mascara. A rank liar--despicable. THIS IS WHAT SHE DESERVES: Here's what I want to do with her, and will do it if she ever crosses my path: There's a vacant former mental asylum near where I live---been unused for over 20 years, sitting on the real estate market. I have some good prescription d**gs I have to take for my PTSD: anti anxiety meds, bipolar meds---they get me through my day, but would turn someone who never developed a tolerance to them into a drooling zombie, She would end up eating a lot.