But she realized that she liked him, she liked spending time with him. God, he was funny. And she loved how he talked about his kids. But the heat –...the heat was driving her insane. Even her own ‘summer time’ wasn’t as satisfying – she wanted HIM. It was almost the end of the three months. She was nervous. They were going to this little Mexian place for dinner – only the locals knew of it. It was small and quaint with a Mariachi band playing on the patio. The sun was setting and they were both. "I understand you read Theology" I enquired."Oh Oh yes and hope to become ordained" he was red faced now."Does your religion preclude you enjoying the female body?" I teased as many of the Theology bods appeared to be gay or asexual.He almost stammered "Why no" and began to try to divert the conversation to an explanation of belief in the role of women as central and essential to giving birth to life etc."I do hope that you aren't too uncomfortable at present" I said and smiled in the direction. Secretly looking for a way out.I’d almost caved during Law school. I’d met a guy; he was funny, clever, smart, and managed to push all my buttons just so. I confided in him about my distaste for the life I was headed into. He listened to me and seemed to be completely understanding. He pondered whether I would be able to make that life into something I would love, despite everything. And he sounded so damn reasonable and clever. And he turned out to be working for The Reinhardt. I never did. It was all too much, so on the Thursday Summer said enough, today no DVD`s let`s play. She, at her suggestion,` allowed me’ to secure her on her kitchen table and drip hot wax on her breasts and into her sex, she really got turned on by that, Jason having enjoyed wax play, and I am sure she had been on that table before, whether she wanted it or not, I licked her to climax before I would let her free. And she kissed me much more passionately after that particular event. That afternoon we.