Thursday, Dorothy and I ate lunch together and looked at some houses she was considering. It was hard not to ask her to go back to the house. She neve... looked better to me. Paradoxically, it was somehow easier, since I knew she would go back with me if I really asked her.Thursday evening, I finished a paper for Professor McWilliams, relaxed in the Jacuzzi, and went to bed early. I took some time to get to sleep. I thought about calling Sadye, but felt better that I didn't.Saturday, I picked up. ”“What restaurant?” I asked her, curiously.“Stuart Anderson’s. I knew you liked that place; with the cozy interior, and all the tall padded booths to muffle the noise.”“What is today, the fifth?” she nodded, and I continued, “Beginning tonight, and for the next three days, the entire base is in lockdown. We can’t leave.”“I know, I figured we would stay at a hotel during lockdown. I figured we could use a vacation. We’ve been working on this project for so long.”“Won’t work. How about I call. Once again, despair opened up in front of me. And for the second time in my short career as part of the female sex, I burst into tears, and wept uncontrollably.I heard a sound behind me, and turned to see Monica staring at me from the doorway. My vision was blurred by the tears, but she seemed to have a look of pity and concern on her face. And when she spoke, her voice was full of remorse. "I'm so sorry," she said. "This isn't the way I thought it would be. You don't deserve this. Mary told me. The feel and sound of her stockings, hitting against him, her thighs pressed around his face, aroused him. He paused, trying to remain in control of what was before him, but could only send out a breath of a sigh from his burning desire. So warm was his breath hitting against her very wet pussy that it sent shivers through her. Retaining focus on her excitement, he stopped and for a long moment he placed his head on her pubic mound, just resting there – or perhaps teasing. She was unsure of.