They didn’t give emotional problems fancy names like Post-traumatic Stress Syndrome back then. He suffered nightmares a long time after. Other girls...just passed him by year after year, their loss.’ Her eyes were swimming. Embarrassed, she picked up the paper and talked through the headlines. ‘It’s a matter of understanding each other, and loving the person’s heart. We all make mistakes… but down deep where it counts, we don’t change much. Once a good person, always good. Your father had. ." Why couldn't I say it when I knew it was what she wanted to hear?"Come on Justin, remember what I said."I took a deep breath and let it out very slowly. "They make me want to f-f-fondle them." Her smile at those words almost immediately relaxed me. "They make me want to take the nipples in my mouth and suck them, maybe even bite them a little as I squeeze the tender flesh of each tit between my fingers. I feel as if I want to run my tongue over every inch of each one and circle the nipples. I did as I was told, of course, making sure that, as my nude, helpless body was revealed, my left leg was slightly bent forward, foot arched and toes pointing as they touched the floor. Just the way he likes. ‘Lie down on the bed and spread your legs,’ he commanded in an even tone of voice. I knew the drill. I immediately obeyed. Once on my back, I also placed my hands in the ‘surrender’ position on the sheet, palms up, like he always wants. He wasted no time in undressing, and I have to admit,. Now, she was at her charming best. The short, tight suit beneath the open trenchcoat was just a little too revealing to be business-chic. The stockings and five- inch stilettos were a dead give-away. Jeff Spencer wasn't the only one capable of offering up the Big Play. The mercury-vapor streetlights on LaSalle Street were superfluous when my wife turned on her smile."Sweetheart," she purred, "how are you? I'm sorry to have to corner you this way, but you left me no choice. Look, I'm really.