I can't even begin to describe what it smelled like, and she acted like it was a state secret so I assumed I would never find out.So, brow furrowed in...concern, I walked into my room and nearly tripped over a pile of clothes. I sighed, somewhere, in my house, was my naked seventeen year old girlfriend."Vikki?" I called out."What?" she said from directly behind me, almost literally scaring the piss out of me."Sweet paraplegic Jesus!" I nearly screamed, turning around to find her standing there,. On the other hand a rich man’s son is making a play for her and she can’t make up her mind on which way to go.”“Tell her to take the rich guy.”“Why would you say that?”“She has already made her choice. She just doesn’t realize it.”“How do you know that?”I told them about her mom’s rule and how it only seems to pertain to me.“I’d bet good money that it isn’t her mom’s rule at all. Just something she can use to hold me off while still leaving the door open.”“Could still be her mom’s rule but her. Once, during a light hearted moment I asked her if she was ever going to drag another man home with her so she could do it for real. She blushed and said, "Good God no. I'm a married woman, not a slut. I could never do it with anyone I didn't know and if I did it with someone I know I would never be able to face them again." Being as tuned in to her as I was I knew that she meant it.After ten years of marriage our sex life was still going gangbusters. We enjoyed sex six and seven times a week. “That’s a good idea,” Ben said. “I’d enjoy the company.”“Hold on. I’ll be right back,” Betsy said.She returned after a minute with two cans of soda and two packages of peanuts.Handing the soda and peanuts to him, she said, “I wish we had more food, but the peanuts will stave off your hunger. The sodas will keep you hydrated. The sugar in them won’t hurt.”“Thanks,” Ben said.“I’ll send Jimmy in, now,” Betsy said.She made her way through the darkened body of the plane. The footing was treacherous.