She still just looked down nodding. I took her hand in my hand and felt her ice-cold fingers she looked up at me surprised her lips parted gently and ...ooking wide eyed. I told her she was scaring me and I will leave immediately if she wants. She smiled for a second and I felt little tension melt away. I continued to play with her fingers and gently told her that there is no need to be scared and cracked some jokes of how scared I was slowly she relaxed, just closed her eyes and sat there. Her notes were filled with absent doodles as she stared. Days in Economics were spent daydreaming. With every day, her fantasies of him cutting the lecture short and carrying her to his private island to make wild, passionate love to her grew longer and more detailed. After class, she and her friends would giggle and bemoan the fates that put him so close, but so far away from their horny grasp. A few weeks after midterm, Maggie was startled to hear Professor Jones’s deep voice calling out her. Not the hands of school headmaster or even a ship’s captain, but the hands of a hard manually working man. A man of the world, of the deck, and of the ship’s sails’ sheeting. A man who had told me of places I could go in the world—places he could take me—and did so in oblique language that only now was revealing its intent to me. My fingers went to the tattooing on his chest, and I followed the lines, first with my fingers and then, as I moaned with my trembling lips at the feel of his fingers. They are, all three of them, my personal fantasy women. If you haven’t read the first two books then you really don’t know much about Lynn, Erin or Blossom. So here is a bit of information about the wives of The Strawberry Patch.Lynn O’DellLet’s start with my first wife, Lynn O’Dell. I call her my first wife because she began to open me up to dating again after a very long period of celibacy after my second divorce. I wanted nothing, let me say that a little more strongly, I WANTED NOTHING TO.