Although I struggle for breath as his kiss never ends, I must not try to break away or I fear he may get angry and leave; that has happened before and...I need him so! A trip on the hem of the dress causes me to stumble breaking the kiss and I wait for his anger but he is amused and laughs, picking me up as if I weighed nothing. I am thrown on the bed which protests with a groan; I must try to afford another. Predictably he raises my legs and peers under the dress which, despite the tightness. “Wouldn't that be considered cheating when she takes her Civics final?” I asked, deadpan.We dissolved in laughter.We talked quietly for a while then made our way upstairs to bed.Our last Sunday before school started was busy. We performed many chores that normally would have taken place during the following week, clearing the way to hit the ground running when classes started. We knew our classes and homework would take up much of our time.By the end of the first week, we had become tutors. My wife’s pallu had dropped from her shoulder and was resting on her arms, exposing substantial portions of her blouse. Her ample breasts tightly filled her blouse and the man seemed to be enjoying what he was seeing.Getting no reaction from my sleeping wife, the man seemed to get bolder. In the beginning he would press only during a bump or a jerk of the bus, but now he kept pressing against her, even when the bus was on smoother roads.I could see his groin was pressing against my wife’s back.. .”“And you think I do?” Jeff hesitated, then went on. “That’s the way it always is, Baby. We put our best out there to die so the rest of us can be free. And ... it’s not just melodrama. It’s the truth.”“My husband will be fighting, too, and I don’t like that any better now than I have with all the years you have been in the military.”“No,” he said with a sigh. “You’re wrong about me. Unfortunately, I’ll be in the safest place possible while commanding Ship and the battle. Whitworth practically.