"Very well, in five weeks, she will be all yours. Amy will drive her down to your townhouse. I do not want her to have an automobile at her disposal j...st yet. Will that make it difficult for you or Greta?" Camille asked."No, I write, so my schedule is flexible. If I'm busy on deadline, Greta can drive her to campus and pick her up when she is finished for the day. I'm guessing, though, that if she passes this probationary period some of your restrictions will be lifted?" We'll see. Amy doesn't. .” he paused to gather more courage. “I can’t stop thinking of you with another man.”She lay down and snuggled against him before responding. “Ain’t never going to happen.”He was silent for a long time before he heard her ask. “Why?”“Why what?”“Why this fantasy and why can’t you stop thinking about it?”“I honestly don’t know. I saw read something or saw a snippet or something about wife watching and it almost became an overnight obsession for me.”“Well get over it. It won’t happen,” she said. "Sounds like a good reason to me," said the cello. The other membersmurmured their consent.After practicing with the quartet, Mrs. Benson and I met them in thedinner line, so we had a table by ourselves, without any of the boys.We discussed Mozart.The next day was Tuesday, and I had free time from three until dinner.The day was sunny and warm, so I decided to go down to the lake. I wasin the cabin putting on my swimsuit when Mrs. Benson arrived."You look really cute in that outfit," said Mrs.. In his mind he already owned her, he just needed her to realize it. Watching her intently, his eyes devoured her as she read the note out loud. When she turned to look at him the muscles in his body tightened, and this time he confidently met her gaze, allowing her to see the lust in his eyes. She looked directly at him for a moment, before lowering her eyes, her lips opened in the slightest smile as she tilted her head in a playful way ... He thought he might melt, she was so fucking adorable..