James!Oh god. What had she done? She'd something permanent. She gasped in aloud, heaving sob.Jesse stood and bolted to the bathroom, leaving Victoria ...o worriedlycall her name behind her.Jesse gently shut the bathroom door and rested her head against it fora moment. She gathered her thoughts. What should she say? How could sheeven begin to convey the complex swirl of emotions she felt?"I, I just... I just need a minute to process."A brief silence. "Take your time," came the gentle, whispered. Wait, would this plug be considered pandering or not? hmmm... (pondering imponderables)Ok, I am sorry I woke you up. I as one of your readers am enjoying the story, even if your characters do acknowledge that they are in a story, and notice the reader at times. Not to insult you, but couldn't you do something about the punctuation and spelling though?I have a better idea, how about you voluntere damn how do you spell that anyway how about you offer to edit for me? Actualy, if I had to nitpick. How could she have healed so quickly? Was our marriage really as fragile as I still feared?"I already asked you that," I told her. "I mean, whether you really fucked him."She pressed her hips into me and held them there. I pushed against her instinctively, thrusting upward just once, testing, unsure of what she wanted. More silence, frozen there together, straining against each other, crotch to crotch."Have you thought about it? Imagined what it might have been like? I mean, if you could have. Her view ended at the knee, where the blanket hindered her, but she could make out the clear outline of his thighs, and she knew them to be well-formed by the way his breeches fit him. When her eyes moved to the bulge of his manhood beneath the blanket, Selena’s cheeks burned, and she quickly moved her gaze upward. She was fascinated by the line of hair that trailed up from his waist to eventually join with the other springy hairs on his chest. She remembered the feeling of those hairs against.