She squirmed and settled more toward me, inviting my fingers in. As she continued to stroke my straining boner, my hand caressed her supple breast ove... her silky bra, inside her shirt.“I think he wants to come out,” she told me, pinching around to find my zipper.“And so does she,” I responded, gliding my fingertips inside the cup of her bra, taking care not to poke the nipple on the way in, but feeling below it, the soft flesh firm to the touch. As she tugged at my zipper, I pushed my fingers. She stopped pacing and sat in one of the leather wingback chairs and stared at the deep blue water, the sun glinting on the almost flat surface. The ship was now almost to the Bridge. She shook her head slowly. The affair wasn't what drove Michael away; it was just the final act that drove a stake through the heart of their marriage.She and Doctor Willits had been through this several times. Sarah's drug and alcohol abuse, and her refusal to listen to Michael and her children, had turned Sarah. I’ll give it a couple of weeks and then tell them we broke up.”“Where would you sleep?”“In your bed. I’ll behave, I promise. Just one night, Dean. Please.”She collapsed into my chest sobbing. I couldn’t help it, I was always a sucker for crying women. I rubbed her hair, patted her back. “Stop crying, honey. Go to your place and get your sleepwear and a change of clothes. One night! And no hanky panky!”She stopped crying and giggled. “Hanky panky? What grown man says hanky panky?”“This one,” I. . Lingerie?A piece of paper was stuck to the top of the hanger.New designs, lemme know how it is... H.There was the prom dress in all its glory. Of course it was blue, Bobbiemused. It was beautiful. Classical, elegant style given a modern touch.Spiky spirals of white stretched across the top of the bodice and made aninety degree angle that followed the seam all the way to the bottom ofthe hem.Sliding into it like Excalibur into the stone, Bobbie felt connected.Where were you a year ago?It was.