"Yes, Jake," she replied, jogging in."Get a coke for me and Laura, a diet coke for Kari and a white wine for you," I said."Yes, Jake," she said, going...back to the kitchen.I waited until she came back in and gave us our drinks, then told her, "Call us when dinner is ready." OK, Jake," she said, heading back to the kitchen."I don't think that we were properly introduced," I said. "I'm Jake Alexander." I know that!" Laura exclaimed. "I'm Laura Crane." We haven't met before, so I didn't think you. By morning, there was no gentle,demure female left, we were both wild spirited women full after gorgingourselves on passion. Our bodies had been sweating all night, our makeup smudged, our hair like a witches and our bodies sore all over. Shestood up and walked to the bathroom and as she closed the door shewhispered "I'm sorry".I didn't understand, I didn't know what she had meant. Then Iunderstood, my front door opened and the inspector walked in, his eyes,soft, pleading, apologetic again.. I began to really trust and look up to him. I would confide in him about my inner thoughts - my insecurities, fear of failure and inadequacy, my difficulties attracting women. He always had something kind and reassuring to say. He was so calm and confident, and I had pretty low self-esteem. I found myself really depending on his validation. I'd find myself just following him around the house sometimes. He didn't seem to mind the attention. One evening I noticed him moving some boxes from one of. We went back home, and she suddenly asked me if its not a problem, I could drop in for some more talking. I dint rush up and went it. We were looking into each others eyes and went talking a lot of things including husband and wife relationships too. I cud see that she wanted sex and was infact not knowing how to put it across. I too played down and dint encourage. I went home budding goodnite and after two days on a Saturday afternoon, I met her at the supermarket. She was shopping and then we.