Reaching for the wine glass, she sipped, letting the wine roll over her palate before sliding into her throat.It was so decadent, lying there sipping ...n wine, lights casting the room in a certain ambiance, the warmth of the water, the smell of the bubbles; all combined to make Tara forget the troubles of the day.Twenty minutes later, she had finished the wine and the water was cooling, so with some reluctance she left the bath and dried herself. Slipping into a robe, she decided to paint her. “Yeah, right after the second coming of Christ!”“So, you’ve never...”“Kelly, are you for real? When would I have ever done pot? High school? Remember Coach Summers? If he even thought we were doing something like that, we were dead.”Kelly laughed. “He also didn’t want you drinking, and I remember you doing that.”I snorted out a laugh and smiled back. “Yeah, well, that’s different. Anyway, then there was the Army, and then the MPD, and random drug tests. What about you?” I asked. I already knew. Let’s begin.” Five lectures later and the final school bell rang. The first day of school was over, but David still had to go over his lesson plans for the week. He sat at his desk to begin. Ten minutes later Olivia walked in. Taking her in he asked, “Can I help you with anything, Olivia?” “Mr. Herbert, I was running during summer vacation and I think I may have injured myself.” “Oh, no. What do you feel?” “I feel a pull in my knee.” “It may be your IT Band. Come here. Let me see.” Olivia. I had become a lot more relaxed and accepting of inviting the group of graduate students from the local university into our apartment for an evening of what was basically sex with my wife. Usually there were four or five of them, and we all got along fine. While I played the role of host, I was more of a spectator than participant, not really being involved in the activities. Maryanne was in charge of that.As usual, over the next hour or so, Maryanne had stripped for our five guests and taken.