" He looked around, as if anyone could hear them over the band. Sharon just stared at him, waiting."After the first couple of weeks, I stopped putting...the drugs in the scotch. Since the end of January, she's just been drinking the scotch. Straight."Sharon's eyes widened in surprise. "But... that's two weeks now. She hasn't said... she didn't..." Right," Gary interrupted. "That's the beauty of it. She gets horny now completely on her own. All it takes is a little scotch, and she's ready to jump. " That was all I needed. We got out of the car and walked toward the entrance. Kay still wore only the tank top, shorts and shoes. The signs on the front door warned that "You must be 18 to enter." "Ut-oh," I said, "do think we should bring our IDs?" She giggled and just opened the door. We walked into a bright room full of sex videos and "marital aides." All the eight guys in the store looked at us while we examined the movie titles. Kay and I walked around, eventually showing each video boxes. I brushed my fingers across her face. Back to the war. I never saw her again. I later married Shelia. But the look in that girl's eye always haunted me. Now I'd found her again.CHAPTER 7 MAKING LOVE OUT OF NOTHING AT ALL.Tears were running freely from Becky's eyes. I pulled her into my arms and held her close. She looked up at me with those milk chocolate eyes and something inside me melted. Suddenly I felt this overpowering desire to love and protect this woman. It was a scary feeling. Even. When Hans reached around and clutched her generous breasts, she made certain they were still swathed in the fabric ribbons and that his skin didn’t actually touch her sensitive nipples like a real lover in the throes of passion. Still, it was enough to get her juices flowing and it was not unusual for her to reach the joy of orgasm several times in a single evening of “blanket” passion.In the back of Greta’s mind, she excused her guilty feelings by reassuring her conscience with the fact that.