Toward the end of the meal I knew we needed to talk… and I ask, ‘Do we need to talk about the kiss?’ Her eyes looked down and for a long moment ...here was silence… and quietly she said, ‘I know you’re married… and I am all but… a six year engagement and living together pretty much qualifies.’ Quietly I replied, ‘I know.’ She frankly said, ‘I don’t know what I feel… I liked the kiss… and I like you… I’m not shopping for a new romance in my life or an end to the existing one… what about you?’ I. He arrived next to the house and softly called her name. No response. Slowly he started around the house, listening intently. While the moon should have been getting near full, there were heavy clouds blocking any light. The only light for miles was from a small bulb burning in an upstairs bathroom and this did nothing to illuminate the ground around the house. He cautiously moved forward, staying close to the wall with his hand extended in front of him. He moved around the corner at the back. His mother had been introducing the girls as he passed them but he could tell she reserved a special dislike for this girl. "Harriet Burman," she said with disdain, and he saw Harriet glare at her under lowered lashes. Point to Harriet, anyone who could glare at his mother like that, deserved a little credit. The girl was beautiful, no doubt. Flawless skin, full lips, and the figure of a model. Her bare arms revealed a few scratches and three scars across her left arm that looked suspiciously. Honestly, I knew there wasn't really any point, no one would see them, but I did it anyway. Then I furiously bought a pair of 4" high heels with ankle straps, determined to out-do my undeservingly high-horsed friend. I would draw their intellectual and sexual energies, keeping the first foremost of importance of course. I am no sex object; hell, I'd only had sex with 2 men (and of course Shae who took advantage of me and with great skill ;-)). The last thing to do was to raise the slit in my.