The presidential palace had been stormed and although the worldcarried on around them things had changed. Everyone in the queue felt the swordof Damoc...es over their head as if any moment their freedom would be snatchedfrom their grips.Zo? and Jonathan had arrived just in time. As an engineer working on the greatdam Jonathan had somehow been tipped the nod by sympathetic colleagues; revolutionwas in the air and he and his wife should get out while they could. The roadswere almost completely. I told him that since he wasn’t home if he wanted to he could. And the next morning when I got up to take a whiz I saw Anthony’s undewear was laying on the floor next to his bed. That gave me a chuckle.I think it was like the 3rd morning that Anthony was sleeping in our room when I woke up and saw him in bed laying on his stomach and he was quietly humping the bed. I didn’t say anything. Nah, I remembered how both me and Taylor used to do that when we were around his age. However, I did. Mixed white and Mediterranean. Green eyes. Thin but athletic build. Not much to look at but I suppose I cold be worse off. She is a sprinter, I am a distance runner. We sit in silence a few more minutes.She finally breaks. "I can't wait anymore, fuck it." She says. She undoes her seat belt and dives over the center console, getting on top of me. She kisses me. I undo my seat belt as well and recline in the passenger seat of the car. The sun had set. It was dark. I take off her sports bra,. I played with them a bit and felt something I had seen on my own meager offerings, her nipples tightened up.“I think you are enjoying this, aren’t you Mrs. Marsh? I can tell you are turned-on because your nipples just hardened against my hands. Tell me, are you?”She didn’t say anything, not that it would have been intelligible, but I was after an acknowledgment. I squeezed her breasts harder, catching her nipples between two of my fingers. “I asked you a question, Mrs. Marsh, or may I call you.