“You usually dig your heels in until the bitter end.”I shrugged. “I have a few things that I want to say to the general population. Some of them...are a little uncomfortable, but they might get the message across.”“How does Friday sound?” Mr. Peterson asked.“Right after late lunch?” I asked and he nodded. I shook his hand and was already engrossed in what I was going to say.They said goodbye and Mom gave me a funny look. “What do you have up your sleeve?” she asked suspiciously.I shrugged.. When I pressed the issue the next morning, as we made breakfast for the boys, he said we were "okay". I took him at his word, and tried not to dwell on the feelings that I was having that there was something wrong with our relationship. That night and every night for the rest of my two week visit, our love making had taken on a new urgency, whether it was my urgency or desire for something more, or Jack's, I don't know. He was driven, almost to prove a point to me, or maybe to himself,. ’ He chuckled some more and stroked his white beard. ‘Ah.’ Val cleared his throat. ‘Yes, I, um…’ He tried to get himself together. ‘But again, sir, I’d think that just shows that anything dealing with relationships is not my strong point.’ ‘We often don’t know our strong points until we’re tested on the weak ones.’ Mr. K was still smiling, but his tone was businesslike. ‘I can’t force you, of course, and I admit I hate to break up my team. On the other hand, it might do you and Halley a bit of. What started out as a low groan, grew to a long, loud howl as my body convulsed. I though for a moment I had pissed myself, there was so much wetness between my thighs. I pushed his face away. He was smiling, a Cheshire cat grin all over his face along with a healthy dose of my juices. He kissed his way up my belly, between my breasts, up my throat. When his lips met mine, I could taste myself. I’d never done that before! I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not, but from the twinkle in his eye, he.