There are tears. I put one hand on his face, both hands on his face. I don’t care where we were, I don’t care who sees us, I don’t care what it ...ill do to me tomorrow. Tonight, I have to have him, I have to be with him tonight. He puts his hands in my hair and we stare into each other’s eyes for a moment before we pull ourselves together, his soft lips touching mine. It’s slow and soft, and feels like it lasts forever. He pulls back to look at me, my eyes, then my mouth, and I can see his. He supposed she was just too modern in her outlook but even back in their original home cheating wasn’t looked on favorably.Marty stopped at the Peterson’s small place on his way home. When he rode into their yard Harold was on the roof of the barn patching holes. He almost fell twice trying to get off the roof. When he finally made it to the ground safely and walked up to shake Marty’s hand, Marty could smell alcohol on his breath. After he told them about Callie, he asked if they would keep. The two of them had never spoken, so there was the usual get to know each other conversation. It also was obvious to Brian that the two of them got along. He was happy. The last thing he wanted was for it to be an uncomfortable evening and then he would feel guilty for inviting Mike.They arrived at O’Malley’s and had gotten there early enough to actually find a table. They ordered a pitcher of beer and continued to drink, and talk. For Pam and Brian the talk was reminiscing and catching up.. The electric fans slowly turn overhead moving the balmy air slowly about us as we unpack our small bags. We didn’t bring much except traveling clothes since we plan on spending much of the private time nude and very busy in each other’s arms. We check the full sized fridge and find both it and the cupboards fully stocked by the resort as expected. Nothing for us to do but enjoy! As we turn towards each other, we slowly take of our traveling clothes with our eyes never leaving the other. God, my.