I even think subconsciously I wanted it to be true, to know a part of Mark was growing inside me, the very real possibility he was going to die still ...resent.When Mark awoke for the first time since the accident I was asleep in the chair beside his bed. I opened my eyes to find him smiling at me and if it weren't for the nurse who walked in just then I would have climbed right in with him.I figured when Mark was well enough I would tell him but I didn't have to, he either guessed or somehow he. While we worked together, I liked to tease him saying that he was gay and that he liked the boys in our unit. He told me he could make me forget about my husband because he was very good and it all just brought us closer.He started asking me about how to give his girlfriend a good oral sex and make sure he was giving her pleasure. I told him what I liked but that each woman likes it differently and he should talk to her to know what she liked.We started talking outside of work. We worked at. The thought turned her on so much. They made love again and Jim even suggested that she consider seducing the boy if she really wanted to – he would not mind at all. In fact he almost encouraged her to consider it – telling her that he was perfect and that it was time to move her fantasy to reality or she might never do it. Of course he suggested that she take the necessary precautions and carefully ensure that the boy would never tell anybody else – but most young horny boys in need of sex. And I was okay with that, as long as he didn't up the entire evening. I had photos to shoot, and masterbating to do.It was 5 o'clock now. "How about 6?" "K".The game was afoot. I finished doing my hair, put on some long, dangling earrings, a dainty ring, spritzed a wee bit of perfume on my wrists, on the back of my neck, and up my skirt, and stepped into the bathroom for the final touch: lipstick. I chose a dark maroon shade, because it complimented my top, and made my lips look fuller. .