Sandy kissed him before he could even draw breath.Sandy and Ben were having a discussion. She wanted to have sex, to feel his body against hers, to tw...ne her limbs amongst his. Since they were in the barracks, she settled for the discussion. The conversation was surprising. Gone was the tentativeness, the uncertainty in their relationship she'd felt before. Ben certainly seemed to be free of it also. Together they discussed the latest turn in their TDY and what it meant for them."I feel OK. “It’s not bad, it’s just ... never mind.”“Are you embarrassed?” Ellie asked.“No. It’s just not something I care to discuss in a room full of eighteen-year-old girls.”The last thing I wanted was them to get crazy ideas or for things to get out of control. I was happy they kept quiet until the rough sex scene between Michael Douglas and Jeanne Tripplehorn.“Ten seconds? That’s worse than my first boyfriend our first time!” Justine laughed.“It was pretty hot up until that point,” I chuckled. “But. Fiona looked at me with an expression of mock seriousness. "Dear Liz, you must think I'm a pervert! How can you imagine that anything could happen between Simon and me?"I had accommodated myself on the chair next to Fiona's desk while she went around the room picking up things and stowing them away. At one point, my attention was drawn to the wall behind her desk which was covered with photographs.Particularly one, the largest of the lot, almost poster-size, caught my eye. It showed the back of. As soon as he moved my splinted right arm I yelped, causing him to jump and smiled down at me."I will assume that means that hurt," he said, taking the end of the stethoscope and breathing on it before placing it under my shirt. "Your arm is definitely broken and you have a concussion. You will be staying here for a day or so. I want to run more tests to make sure it is just a concussion. Your father is just outside. I will send him in in a second. How is your vision?"I frowned and stopped the.