I'd really blown this one. "Whitney," I whispered. "Don't cry sweetheart. How could I ever forget the anniversary of the night we gave each other our ...irginity? Even with Betts having her baby that morning and Denise dying the next day, I will always remember that night as the night we exchanged the most precious of gifts. I love you, my cónyuge." I am so going to make you black and blue tomorrow," she threatened. Then she kissed me with a ferocity that left me way past breathless. She dragged. Of course he would want something when I had to do something else. I sighed."No," I told her.Silence greeted me and I started to think we had been disconnected."Hello? Still there?" I asked."Franklin, you can't possibly mean that. It's John Royce! He has won more writing awards in the past ten years than anyone ever had in a lifetime. He gets six figure advances from his publisher, if he even hints at an idea for a book. High six figures," Becky, my agent of two years said in a begging. She was bruised and he was in no way looking for a relationship. They were just friends… —— That night, Helen laid in her bed and allowed herself to fantasise about the man she had only just met for the first time. In her fantasy they were lovers, kissing, touching, exploring. His hands stroked her short blonde hair and cupped the back of her head, before moving lower, stroking her back… Moaning, Helen turned herself over and forced the fantasy out of her mind. There was no way she was going to. I set up the meeting to take place in an open meadow that was surrounded by forest. I gave Sandy directions to a trail that would lead her there, and I went there early to set up a camping tent. The walls of the tent were just mesh screen, so if I left the tarp off of it, any passer bys would be able to see right through. That took care of the exhibition while keeping the bugs at bay. As for the role play, Sandy wanted to be a stranded motorist that I met on the side of the road. After setting.