Most kids don't eat them, as well as you did." I still have the water balloon toss, but I don't know who my partner is."He pulled out his sheet, and t...ld me that I had one event between the oysters and the balloon toss. We sat up in the stadium, and cheered on our dorm. Our dorm finished second in the three-legged race.The water balloon toss was a bust after our third toss. I threw it, he caught it, and it busted. We did everything right, but still finished in the middle of the pack. I stayed. I thought it would be filled with lust or desire, but his eyes revealed something like adoration or gratefulness.I wasn’t used to that kind of treatment. Most of my clients were not that considerate.At first, he just wanted to chat, not about his problems at home, but about me. He wanted to know about my work, if I loved my job, about my daughter and what gave me the most pleasure. I managed to get him to talk himself. He told me that he loved his wife dearly, but they haven’t had sex for. I rolled over onto my back, looking up at him. Both our chests were heaving, but we were smiling. Right up until a knock sounded on the bus doors. We both looked over, eyes wide, and saw one of the school janitors. Rob let out a relieved breath, though I was still panicking, half naked and sprawled on a bus seat and about to get caught. Rob, on the other hand, looked excited. Without bothering to pull up his pants, Rob went over and opened the door. The janitor, a man in his sixties named Bill,. Did I want her to get pregnant by another man? Of course not. That was my domain as well. But the excitement was in the being told that she would seriously consider it as the relationship with Alex grew. “I will seriously consider it.” Jane had firmly told me. But the real excitement of that day happened just after I arrived home with the children. Alex was still there but in the bedroom. Jane was in the kitchen in her dressing gown and she had prepared tea for the girls. She fed them and then.