I don't want to be treated any differently."Very confidently, Tammy said, "Get permission to come home late tomorrow, and I'll bring you out to my hou...e. My mom will be here and the three of us can talk." Okay," I sighed. "This isn't going to go away, is it?"No," she said, "it isn't."I hung up and sat on my bed with tears forming in my eyes. Could Inge have seen something about me that made her think I'd welcome her touch? If so, what was it? Sleep was a long time coming.The next day I got. Amy poured some oil onto my hands and some on her back and neck. 'Ooh it's cold! Claire said.Amy told her it would warm up as soon as she started to massage. Amy ground her thumbs into her shoulders and proceeded down her back. Claire was silent but occasionally shifted her position slightly. Amy worked around her bra straps but found it rather cumbersome and asked her if she minded if she unhooked them. 'Actually I was just going to ask you if I could remove it as the supports are digging into. “I’m so sorry.”“Fuck it,” Jenna spat, “It’s not like you can do anything about it.” She rubbed her temples. “Sorry didn’t mean to take it out on you. This just fucking sucks!”“That’s an understatement,” Dasha gave a sad laugh. “But as long as you don’t talk back or do anything to piss him off, he’s not too bad. Aside from the sex…”Morgan nodded in agreement. Jenna bit her lip. “Guys, um,” she whispered, “I’m on the pill.” Dasha and Morgan both gave her blank stares, clearly confused as to why. The company was headquartered in the Woodlands, approximately fifty miles north of downtown Houston. We bought a lovely four bedroom home that backs up to a private golf course. We have lived there for over twenty three years. We raised two sons, who are now away at college; so we are adjusting to life as "empty nesters". We have a good, solid marriage, with an adequate, albeit at times, somewhat boring, sex life. Neither of us had much sexual experience with others before we met, so we.