I unconsciously watch the USA and Canada hockey game, knowing where you are you are watching it as well. That’s the closest I can get to you. I have...not felt your touch in months, your kisses are faintly remembered, your touch is unfamiliar, and I long for you to come home and refresh my memory. I sit and stare between my television and computer screen, my mind keeps remembering the first moment together. We had lay in your bed, the lights were dim. I had just gotten out of the hospital for. "But what do you think of all this, Arlette? Doesn't it bother you that your boyfriend is plotting to date another woman?" I'm a liberated woman," came the answer, "and besides, if she's really that good looking I might want to get into the action as well."So we all agreed that Claude would tell Caroline that he knew the woman on the poster and that he could arrange for Caroline to meet me but that he and his girlfriend would want to come along as well."After that was settled Arlette asked,. “Why would I need a condom?”She scratched at her neck and said, “Good point.”The strong summer wind blew hard. The flap of her V-cut dress opened just enough for me to get a quick peek of her hardened left breast and perky little nipple. She placed a hand on to my arm.“Dude,” she started, “I’ve only got about thirty minutes.”“Thirty minutes is all we need,” I quickly replied, “Get in.”She quickly darted around the outside of the front of my truck and into the front seat of my truck.“I must be. Here I thought Priya to be this quiet, shy young lady. Instead in front of me was a young woman who secretly must be unsatisfied at home and needed to masturbate herself for fulfillment. I figured if ever there was an opportunity to get into this gorgeous creature’s pants, so to speak, this was it. I opened the door quickly and locked it behind me. The expression of horror filled Priya’s face. She was caught in the act of masturbating herself. Her face literally turned white as the blood.