I couldn’t tell her that I was willing to perpetuate any ruse to keep her in my life. ‘I know you well enough to recognize your potential. I know...it would be a crime against God and nature to let your obvious gifts go to waste.’ Her eyes searched my own and I felt as though she could read every emotion I was feeling. I leaned against the wall, looking at the stones and traced the craggy surface with a fingertip. I knew if I looked at her, my face would lay bare my true feelings. ‘I’d have to. Then she realized her uneasiness didn’t come from what was going on in the next room, her feeling was jealousy, because she was not the one doing it. The man had made an impression on her, and she didn’t know why. He was handsome, well-mannered and well dressed, but so was half the guys that came into the parlor. What about him turned her on? She tried to shake the thoughts from her head, but it was no use. She heard the door open and shut. So she started making her way to the room. She stood. On one particular afternoon I and my mom were taking rest in the bedroom after lunch but we were not getting sleep so started talking, talking about my college. I told her about one game we played where I became the horse and carried the girls on our back and the person to hold on to this for longest time period wins. We played this game in one of our friends rented home. Listening to this she got a bit excited and asked whether you liked it? I said yes i felt kind of nervous at first time but. " Well, I don't know the whole Marine Corps, you'll just have to choose a smaller group." Think I could?" Could what?" Choose other guys to bring into the fun." You bound up on the bed and a group of guys doing whatever?" Well, maybe. Am I an awful slut for thinking of it?" Look, babe, these new things we're doing are getting me more action in the bedroom than even when we were first together. So, tell me what you want. You might just get it."I really thought he'd veto the idea right off..