"We're a couple, okay? But if we go nuts and live in each other's hip pocket all the time, the flames could get to be too hot and burn us up, leaving ...he ashes of discontent." I must've read that somewhere...Beatrice grinned crookedly. "In English, milord?" We might start resenting the fact that neither of us can move without bumping into the other?"Beatrice pursed her lips. "I know how I feel about it right now..." Yeah, well, I don't have any current issues, either. These things come with. We must have fallen asleep for a while, it was about three in the afternoon when we both began to be aware that we were naked in each other's arms. "Oh, it's not a dream, I was hoping it was real," he murmured sleepily. "Yes, it's real, all right, Ben, very real. And wonderful." "Do you want to do it again? I've got more condoms and I sure feel hard again." "That's nice, Ben, you're a very eager lover. Yes, I feel just a bit sore but I also feel pretty sexy and would like to try it again. Maybe. I felt like a wimp compared to them. "You are Sylvia Porter right?" one of them asked."Yes I am. How did you know?" I asked."We were tasked with making sure nothing happened to you on this run. We know you run every morning," The other one said."Did they also tell you that I hate to run?" I asked."Yes ma'am they did. It is one of the signs of a good soldier. One who does, what he doesn't want to do, just because it is the right thing to do." the first one said."That's too fucking Zen for me," I. I quite enjoy his ability to get it back up, many times in a night for me.”Brandon looked at me carefully, then at James. I think he could read my sincerity and the truth of my words and he could see James’ blush at my graphic confession. I noted he also looked at James crotch, and then he grinned.“Damn lady, if you enjoy that monster, I’d better keep looking. James, you are one lucky whipper,” he said. He nodded at us and walked off.I also looked at James’ crotch. I grinned, “We may need to go.