She wouldn’t know how to guide him without making him feel unsure. When she came in the door, he gave her a kiss, but he didn’t say anything. She ...asn’t sure what to say either. She didn’t even want to have a conversation, she just wanted to go back there in the bed and have him. ‘It’s dusk,’ she said, ‘that’s my favorite time of day.’ It sounded so stupendously dumb. ‘Because,’ she said, ‘when we go there, the room’ll still be light. But when we’re done, it’ll be all dark and cozy.’ Maybe that. He told me to roll over and lay down, face first, across a large ottoman we have and onto the couch. Studying my leg he got onto the couch next to me and said, "It's definitely strained, there's some bruising and swelling but I don't think you tore anything," then ran his fingers along the front of my leg and said, "There's some tightness in your quadriceps. After this is over I'll show you some new ways to stretch." My stepson has always been a gym type of guy and loves to preach to me the. ”“Really, your class record is in fine shape. I would see no difficulty in giving you a three-day emergency pass. I mean, I didn’t really ask, but your father indicated that your mother and brother are in the hospital. You don’t want to go home?” He seemed incredulous at that.I had turned and was staring out his window towards one of the parade grounds. It was all such a waste. I turned back to face him. “That won’t help, sir. It’s not really my place to speak, but my going back won’t help. Standing a head taller, I got a good whiff of her perfume, Chanel No. 5, I think, and its effect went right to my crotch. Odd, I thought, that a simple sniff of perfume on a perfect stranger could get the attention of my at present, under-utilized maleness, but I dismissed it as nothing totally out of the ordinary.I told her I was interested in checking out the wiring and plumbing in the cellar, and that she need not get dirty climbing down the cobweb strewn stairs, so she waited in the.