But when you are trying to formulate an answer to a question, the allotted period flies past. I watched the clock’s hands and I swear they moved fas...er than normal. I could think of nothing but what was on the other side of that door. Twice I stood, preparing to leave, to fly away. Something deep inside me stopped me. The crucial moment arrived and I stood, drawn to Greta, knowing that if I did not go into that dark night I would always wonder. I knocked on the door and, there being no command. My mind is whirling, I'm full of guilt, I should never have done this, and I feel so disloyal to the man that loves me. But on the other hand…" and her frown turned to a smile for him. "I am so very pleased that I could do something nice for you just then, to ease away some of the hurt that you've been feeling." Deb, what you just did for me … you will never know how much better I feel. To you, it may have been just a simple act, just a quick wank for a friend, but I feel so much better after. I don't want to make any extra work for you." Then how would you like me to... to..." An unpleasant idea wassuggesting itself."To clean her up? With your mouth. Freaky perverts like you love todo that stuff. Right?"With my throat tightening, but afraid of disagreeing with him, I chokedout, "Yes, Sir."My wife tittered. Dante told me, "Come on now. Sound like you wantit." Yes, Sir." I put an artificial smile on my face. "That would be...delicious." Eww. Why had I said that instead of. The touch of her lips on his lingered as he watched her walk into her townhome.Craig was doing some food shopping on Sunday when he felt a tapping on his shoulder. He turned and found himself looking into Brea’s eyes.“Hello stranger, I haven’t seen you at bingo anymore.”“My going to bingo was a one-time thing. Lori asked me to go which I did just to please her. Bingo isn’t my cup of tea. Do you still go to bingo and are you still teaching?”“Yes I go there as it is something to do. It is one.