It wasn’t anything she said, but as a woman myself I could read another woman’s body language like a book. The casual touching, the way she mentio...ed his name a little too frequently, the look in her eyes when they talked, the way she stood slightly too close to him.At first I had suspected my husband of lusting after her and her of trying to take him away from me. I told myself that I was being childish; that feelings of jealousy were beneath me both in class and in intelligence. Of course. “Why not all three?” Colonel Naff asked.“We only contracted for two thousand men,” Sword Miquel answered.Colonel Naff edged away from the edge of the building just in case his legs gave out. He knew exactly what Sword Miquel meant. His regiment had been contracted to go into a war zone. The army was about to earn a paycheck. He tried to think of what wars were going on at the moment, but his mind refused to cooperate.“Where?”“We’re going to end the Sumar-Desera War.”As soon as Sword Miquel. I took a breath and braced myself.“I mean, when it first happened, I thought: Oh, that’s interesting.” Interesting wasn’t the right word and I immediately regretted it.“You mean...” she stopped herself like she wasn’t sure she wanted to finish the question. “I mean, you aren’t, like, worried?”“Worried?” It was an honest question. I wasn’t worried in the least that my wife had a twelve inch dick that was a solid three or four inches in diameter. I wasn’t worried at all. I don’t know exactly why. Yes and no.’ She stopped us in the path. ‘I can see in your eyes that you are thinking, ‘That is just like a woman.’ ‘ We both laughed and went on down the way. She said in a low, almost inaudible voice, ‘I’ll talk to you about Freud after you’ve given me a proper fucking and lots of orgasms.’ Her hip bumped mine. After drifting apart when we went to college and no longer followed the families to Italy in the summer, we had run into each other completely by accident at the 92nd Street YMCA in.