I go by M.D. What am I doing now? I am now sitting in my girlfriend’s Sunday school class at a protestant mega-church. It’s a class for divorced ...ingles. The speaker is telling them how men don’t understand their wives and moms, and there is one reason for the awful divorce rate — MEN! So where did this start? Last night, we made the night club circuit. We danced. We kissed and groped. She came to my apartment; and after a lot of sex, I was exhausted. I took her home at 3 a.m. Let me think …. “My, my,” she said, “is that all for me?” I just grunted a little, hunching my hips against her.Turning to face me, Celeste pressed her palm against my cheek and softly kissed me, letting me taste her lips for the briefest of seconds. “Make love to me, Brad. Please. Make me feel alive.”Taking my hand in hers, she slid it inside the shirt and around one of her breasts. The night we’d spent together flashed across my mind again, and I knew I didn’t want a repeat of that particular. " We were careful," said Imogen. "A few bruises when we fell - nothing worse than that." In the darkness she was sure Sirius would not notice that Fred's hair had been singed when his sister fired a ball of flame at him. Harry had broken his glasses, quickly repaired by Hermione. Ron was limping and had one arm around Hermione: he might very well be faking, though. Hopefully they would get a chance to cover up any injuries before the grown ups had a chance to spot anything.The Burrow appeared. She had just assisted a surgical team in their unsuccessful efforts to save the life of a badly wounded young soldier and reclined lost in her deep and erotic thoughts on a bench in the flower garden behind the hospital.A shadow loomed over her.It was only the doctor who administered the anesthesia to the patient. She remembered his name was Cliff and that he often spoke of his wife and several children residing in an area far away from the location of the training hospital. When she saw him.