His lips wandered from the soft curve of her shoulder further up, the sharp edge of her bone too prominent under her skin. She had lost weight, too fa...t recently. Part of their cycle, another part which foreshadowed her leaving. He sighed, saw her skin contract, tense and pebble under the caress of his breath. He loved the impact the smallest touch could have on her. Her scent, the crisp bite of ice over dark temptation, filled his very being, and held onto him one last time. She turned her. I thought I was headed for a heart attack; my pulse was going so fast.Suddenly she stood up and came over to my chair, and straddling my lap sat facing me with her breasts right in my face. Then she began to grind blue-jean covered bottom into my now rock-hard dick, while trying to suck my tongue out of my mouth at the same time. I realized that posing for pictures made her incredibly horny. I wondered to myself what would happen if told her a sex-story right now.But instead of a story, I begin. It’s a good one.”“Apology accepted. Now, go fix things. Have faith that Mr. Right is forgiving.”She got up and came over and kissed me on the cheek, then left my office. I saved the document I’d been working on in MacWrite, and opened up my journal and wrote for about thirty minutes, before going back to homework. Kara appeared at my door about 11:30pm.“Are you coming to bed soon?” she asked.“I suppose. I’m mostly caught up. I have everything done for tomorrow.”I saved everything and shut down. ”I laughed.“I think, I guess it started with me getting myself a girlfriend.” I sighed. “Now, the women are showing interest.”“Isn’t that the way it always is? You’re only as good looking a man as the woman you’re being stolen from.” He said.“Well, I can’t be that good looking. Adelaide’s not a very good looking man. Quite feminine.” I tried to joke. He didn’t laugh and clapped my shoulder.“See you tomorrow morning.” He headed out past my desk spinning his BMW keys around his index.