I wanted to be right there with her, yet I knew I had to leave. My stream of consciousness was just going on single track, thinking how to see her aga...n. Just before getting off the car, I had an idea. “It is very nice of you Jane. If you didn’t pick me up from there, I know I wouldn’t be able to make it to this conference. I really feel obliged and I would want you to have lunch with me. Please don’t say no. It’d be nothing more than lunch. Since I don’t know anyone in this city, I’d really be. Now, however, their wedding was less than two weeks away, and they had agreed a week ago not to have sex again until their honeymoon. Elizabeth had wanted the big night to be as dramatic as possible, and Steven had had to admit that the thought of how tight she’d be after three weeks of abstinence had sounded pretty good to him. That was before I went a week with no sex, he thought. Their sex life had been phenomenal right from the start. As Elizabeth lay there, feeling her nipples straining. Grabbing another beer, I went downstairs with 15 keys on a ring. A few of them obviously wouldn't work and I was left with five choices. The fourth key opened the lock. I slipped it through the latch and with trepidation I opened the lid.When the lid was open, I was quite confused at what I found. It looked like a box of women's lingerie. I lifted out a couple bras and a couple pairs of panties when I found a small notebook. Lifting it out, I realized there were a few more notebooks stacked. The second time of repeating my make-believe school day, I followed her corrections and gave a more in-depth description of the recipe ingredients and threw in a lot of body language and facial expressions. "Too much overkill" was her comment and we tried again. This time, she talked back to me as if we were two friends discussing the homework and I talked "my friend through baking some bread in class". By the fourth time that we practiced all the things that she was showing me, I feel more.