What was this? Did he spy on me, or is this just co-incidence? I decided to play along and see. He hopped easily over the fence, barefooted and wearin... a t-shirt and his bathing shorts. He looked at me.“Wow Claire, you are looking so pretty, all grown up now! I hope you don't tease the guys at varsity to much!” he laughed. “Haha Rob... but thanks for saying!” I laughed. “But you're looking very fit, still doing all that running?”“Yes.. Comrades for me this year, I missed the last couple. Been. ‘Keep fighting it. You can do it, she only had you for two days!’ ‘You mean one day,’ I absently corrected him, staring at myself again in the mirror. No wonder the cabbie had almost killed us — I was fucking hot! Michael shook his head gently. ‘Two days, this is Monday. Don’t think about sex. Talk to me.’ I leaned heavily on the counter, stunned. Monday? I felt disconnected from everything. ‘Monday?’ I asked again, aloud. ‘Shit! I’m supposed to be in Boston today! Harris is going to kill me!’. I did not realize what that really meant the first few minutes I saw it. Then it dawned on me, she actually climaxed and gained her release at that time.I got horny seeing wanton display of her naked breasts. That moment I wanted to drop to my knees and take that swollen red nipple between my lips. I wanted to taste her nectar and drain that plump breast until she begged me to stop. Then I wanted to take her to the bed. I wanted to strip her naked and lay her out with her legs spread. I wanted. Sean stood for Lars. Judge Leonard officiated. In retrospect, I was calling Ileana by her first name almost from the start. I never became informal with Representative Leonard. Even at our wedding, he was The Judge.The Residence staff went all out for the reception. I sort of understood. Everyone that worked on Sean and Sheila's wedding had stories to tell grandchildren. It was a lot of work, which they did, yet I received the lion's share of the credit. Even Sean, who runs a billion dollar.