“Just the truth as I see it. I think you like my direct approach, and my openness is one of the reasons you love me.” “Oh, my God! I don’t lov... you, Drew! I’ve never even considered it, and I certainly haven’t thought it.” “I know, you’re married, happily, to a husband you love and adore.” “That’s right.” “So when you have sex together, do you leave the light on or turn it off?” “That’s none of your business.” “Of course not, but I’ll bet you’re dying to tell me. You like the lights on.” “I am. Maybe I wasn’t pretty enough or good enough. After a while, though, I relaxed and closed my eyes. It had been a long day and I was tired. Besides, it felt nice just to have someone hold me. Yes, I wanted her. I wanted her to love me like I loved her, or thought I did, or wanted to. That was the problem. What did sex have to do with love? It was just need. What I was feeling was a different kind of need, something beyond the physical. It was frightening. Intoxicating, even. It felt a little like. It was the fact that my girlfriend was willingly taking his cock up her ass. Sarah’s ass was always my favorite erogenous zone of her body. It was nearly perfect: it was big, but not too big, it was firm, and yet still had a seductive wiggle when she walked. The fact that she was taking it up the ass willingly only pissed me off even more. She almost always refused to let me fuck her in the ass. She would say that it was unnatural or unclean. There were only two exceptions where she let me do. Still... Glancing over at the entryway, Jeff once again noticed the pile of mail to sort through. Even though he was feeling bushed, at least he could do is sort them out so he could take care of them in the morning. Grabbing the pile, he sat down at his dad's antique rolltop desk and began his chore.The third envelope Jeff came to was a violet one with 'I Saw What You Did Last Night' written in a florid script of purple ink. There was no postage stamp nor any indication whom might of sent.