Were you hoping we would fight over you?" No!" Did you want to go home with him or did you just want to hurt me?"I don't know." Think about it."She he...itated. "I wanted to hurt you." Because I had hurt you?" Yes." That won't work. If we do that, we won't stay together very long. We cannot afford to get even. We can't afford to keep score. When one of us has a bad day, the other has to be tolerant. If we answer Tit-for-Tat, we will divorce before the year is out. One of us will have to give in.. I then take each ankle and do the same at the foot of the bed. Your legs are apart now and I can see how wet you are already in anticipation.I can see your body just trembling slightly at the thought of what might be forthcoming. You can hear me removing my clothes and you’re hoping that I’m naked...but you don’t know for sure.You sense me moving close to the bed and then feel my breath on your face. My lips touch yours very gently and you lift your head to meet me but I pull away again...just. I thanked her, and we left the shop.We walked about two kilometers until we came to an old Lutheran church with a moderate-sized churchyard. Lars and Annika led us around to a small stone that said ‘Birgit Elizabeth Anderson’ and ‘September 5, 1962 — June 10, 1978’. Tears ran down my face as I walked to the stone and laid the flowers against it.I opened the envelope, and I read my letter out loud as tears streamed over my cheeks and dripped onto her grave. I felt an arm around me and looked. "THANK GOD!" I thought. I smiled and started rubbing his thigh, then rubbed the inner thigh teasingly.Jon backed my hand away and smirked."It may be abandoned, but I'm not gonna get caught doing this out in the middle of the courts if someone drives up."I looked disappointed, but then got an idea."Bathrooms?" I asked, smirking a mischiveous smile.Jon looked over at the restroom facility, which consisted of a small concrete building with one men's restroom and one women's restroom. We both knew.