"Laura felt another hot, red blush rising to her face, but she fought it off, suffering only a temporary pink bloom. She didn't know whether to say so...ething stupid, like 'Oh, it didn't mean anything, ' or just be silent. Shayla pulled the drapes quickly, so Laura chose the latter. God, how embarrassing, she thought.But Shayla seemed unperturbed by it and was back in a second. She even took Laura's hand and drew her over to the worn leather sofa."Here will be fine," she said,. Both of his hands were on my breasts, kneading them from behind. I was straddling his rod and rubbing my hungry clit and twet pussy against it. His fingers had found my nipples and he twisted the, very hard, making me moan oin silence. I had to bite my lip so as not to scream loud, like a bitch in heat. All of the sudden, the car’s door opened. This was the end of the line. I watched as the doors remained open. I knew my loving husband was waiting for me outside; just few yards from I was. ’ Her shaking fingers traced his jaw. ‘You look all in. Are you hungry? I baked bread this morning, and a pie that turned out not so bad as usual.’ His fingertips on her lips stopped her babbling. ‘They’re never bad. Hush, now. You’re wound up tighter’n a two-dollar watch. I don’t want food. I do want outta these clothes I been in for two weeks. Gonna close my eyes till Christmas.’ He put his hands on her shoulders, over her plain white shift, and set her back from him a little. ‘It’s done,. I finished eating and went to my room. I pulled out my journal and tried to make sense of my feelings. After some thought, I realized that once Jennifer had left, I had more or less reverted to what I had been doing in Sweden. I was away from Jennifer there, and now I was away from her here. In Sweden, I had Katt and Pia. Now I had Katt again, though at a distance. What I was doing with Elyse, Joyce, and Kathy was looking for someone like Pia.At this point, all I could do was talk with Jennifer.