And I felt an overwhelming need to talk to Chelsea, my therapist, about it. But none of that mattered. I had my husband and my life back. I smiledHe l...oked at me still with concern and added, “There is one more thing we have to discuss.” I thought, “Uh-oh!”He said, “There is another bombshell that I have to lay on you. It is the best possible news for both of us. But you might initially take it wrong. So you are going to have to hear me completely out without interrupting. Can you do that?”My. "I heard that you like to play hard to get." He laughed.He put his hand back on my leg and rubbed it gently (fuck, what does he mean I play hard to get) and I tried to push his hand off again, but he resisted and his hand stayed on my leg. He didn't say anything and I was so stoned, that I didn't think I could get up (he's rubbing your leg) as he slowly ran his hand across the top of my leg (don't get hard) and I could feel my cock stirring in my pants; I heard the bathroom door open and Mark. I should have written but the circumstances we were in didn't allow me to." We?"Carol pulled the reluctant Ian to her. "My fianee' Ian Frost." Happy to meet you, my lady," Ian bowed his head."Oh, so young, such a handsome boy!" Mrs. Piper exclaimed."What about my Mum?" Carol asked."Would you like to come in for a cup of tea? I can tell you all about it where it's warm." Yes, that would be nice," the young girl and Ian followed the older lady into her home.Two hours later, a much more composed. And soft breathing in my ear, even, measured breathing. Like somebody going back to sleep. So I went back to sleep, too.When I woke up, we were a pleasant tangle of our arms and legs that had apparently made some sense in the night. When I started to move, I got the flutter of eyelashes at close range and “Hi! Good morning!” and a kiss on my nose.“Gee ... we’re in bed together.”Giggle. “So?!? Didn’t you ever go visiting relatives and a bunch of kids ended up in the same bed for the.