The Eleven o'clock news should be just coming on.”Mark got up to wash himself off. I put on his long-sleeve shirt and sat up in bed. He offered some...of the wine he’d bought, but I declined. My lover finished the fifth before we turned off the lights.I went deeper into his psyche. “I really liked the way you licked my pussy. Any woman would appreciate your lovemaking skills.”Grunt of approval.“Would you eat my pussy again, even though it might taste a little like yourself?”“Gladly.”Alcohol had. I kept my replies neutral, noncommittal, trying to stay on the right side of my promises to Charlotte. One text included a dressing room picture of her in a white pleated skirt. “Whaddya think- too short?” it queried, playfully. “Just right,” I replied, all the while screaming on the inside to see it lifted if only an inch higher.She would bore eventually, I assured myself. A twenty-year-old’s interest in a forty-something married man could never last. Finals were just around the corner and. “ We have waited so long to be together. I want this to be slow and wonderful.” Jack leaned to kiss me, guiding me back onto the pillows. His kisses were soft and tender, his hands touching my body through the soft material of my nightie. I sat back up to remove it, lifting over my head. Laying back down, Jack moved his mouth to my breasts, moving back and forth from one to the other as his hand travelled down my tummy. I moved my legs open for him as I knew what his thoughts were, what his. She was serving a twenty-eight day punishment of detention with hard labour for some offence or other - trying to entice one of the other fighters away from his wife, I seem to recollect - and she was incommunicado until she completed her sentence. I would have liked to speak to her to express my admiration of her for her decision to throw in her lot with the cause of the people, but rules are rules. They told me she fully appreciated the error of her ways and had accepted her punishment as.