'Fuck my ear, come in it.'We had sex from Friday evening until Monday morning and time for work. When we left work, it was to meet and mate again. It ...as not, of course, constant intercourse, but an evolving sexual adventure, touching, tasting, feeling, grasping, kissing. Lying together with our slippery, soaking genitals in contact. A constant friction of moist, naked nearness.After a week of this, we sat naked together in her apartment. "You make me horny, ' she said."You're always horny, ' I. Then she stepped back, smiled and wiped her eyes. “Well then, I am all yours. How about a walk,” she said, taking my arm, pulling me gently to the woods. Both my teenage and adult sides of me were all for that. As we crossed the field, she held on to my arm and leaned against me. The feeling of her touch made me feel happy, so warm and giving against me. We quietly talked about how good it was to see each other, touch each other. At one point I put my arm around her to draw her in closer. . Under kosher laws we weren’t permitted to eat any form of pork—no bacon or sausage or pork chops. I’m sure that John would have eaten anything mother put on the table, but she thought that he’d been put through enough. Imagine the shock on our faces that first morning when we had bacon and eggs. I thought my father would faint. Personally, if I’d known that I would have invited John when we were in junior high.” I laughed and after a moment Cindy joined me.We talked about living in the. Doesn't fit any more, but I still keep it to mop up spilled milk, if you know what I mean. Then she stopped and said "Kay? Say something! And that old guy in the sailboat looked so ... I was so worr..."I broke in at that point. "Are. You. Finished?" I was boiling by then, and I let her have the whole pot full! "Do you realize what that sonofabitch was gonna do to me? What he almost did to me!? Are you that much of an airhead that you didn't even think about what he might have been planning? I.