It was my father’s job to collect the empty glasses and hand out the full ones. There were six couples, then there was Cassandra and I.As each woman...passed me Cassandra would say, “Hello Mrs. (insert name here). Would you please raise your hands up over your head for my friend here.”Each woman would get fairly close to me and then lift her arms up high causing her dress to ride up to the top of her panties or higher. After a full minute they would lower their arms and climb the stairs to go to. I hated feeling insecure then, and I hate it even now. I mean before Anna; my life was my own! I had vision! I had direction! I knew all the players in my field. I was driven! I had men for sex. I didn’t want complications. And this thing what ever it was with Anna was becoming a complication. A huge complication. And one I didn’t know if I could afford to spend the time needed to sort it all out. There was school. All the boys to compete with on a constant basis for labs, partners, grades…. The Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday pretty much went exactly as I expected they would, and it was one very tired Dave that climbed into the car on Friday evening for the drive home. Tired but relieved that the weekend was finally here. I was barely out of the garage when my phone went. “Hi honey, I’m just on my way home,” I told Jill, anticipating the question about my movements she was almost certainly going to ask me. “Okay, anyway no need to hurry, I’m out. Dee rang me earlier, and she made. A sigh marked my thoughts as my eyes feasted on the sleeping beauty of youth and passion. I managed to pull her up more onto the bed without waking her from the overly strenuous encounter of her first time lover’s advance and the resulting orgasms she had come to know with such frenzy and joy. I slipped from the bed and walked to my dresser, retrieved a pair of shorts that didn’t bear the sweat of arousal and slipped into them. I pulled the covers over her resting bare body and sighed again as.