"And you might want to lay off that Mistress and Master business," I said. "I don't think that either of us is up to it. We are Claire and Jake." It d...esn't seem completely respectful, but if that is what you wish, Claire, I will do it," she said."Thanks," I said, and we sat quietly until I pulled up in my driveway.We entered the house quietly and went upstairs. I showed Chrissy where to go change, and I went in to our bedroom. Jake was there, dressed only in boxer shorts, his cock at half. He caught her about the waist and pulled her across his body. She was so surprised he was awake, at first, she made no move to stop him as he untied the sash of her robe. Beneath, she was nude. The moment he pushed her legs apart and moved between them, she tried to pull away."Damn it Jeff!" she snapped, "What are you doing?" Just trying to exercise my husbandly prerogatives," he replied."I told you I don't feel well. I have a headache." You said you had stomach cramps," he reminded her. "You. I had spent two years attending the local junior college in my hometown in North Carolina, earning an associate degree in business administration before enlisting in the Marine Corps.Following basic training at Paris Island, S.C., I attended Advanced Infantry Training in Camp Lejeune, N.C., then followed that up by attending the 12-week Marine Armor Crew Course in Fort Knox, Ky., where I learned almost everything there was to know about tanks, from driving, loading, firing and basic. ‘Em, I’ve got to tell you, I’m a bit worried about not having a job right now. I want to marry you, I’ve wanted to marry you for ten years now, but I sure can’t afford a big wedding, and . . . .’ ‘Don’t worry about that, I’ve already had the big wedding, and where did it leave me? Divorced from a rotten, alcoholic husband who chased whores and slapped me around a few times. So what if you’re not a doctor or a lawyer? What you are is honest, and hard-working, and what woman wouldn’t prefer that.