I can give her relief without pain. Besides, she’s sweet on me. This gives us an excuse to do something together.”“And she liked it?”“She sa...d she did.”“Sex never felt nice to me.”“From what I know about my father, he did his best to make sure that it wasn’t nice for most girls.“You mean that there are girls that it was nice for?”“Not many. Only girls that like it rough.”“You’re saying that there are girls who like to be raped or hurt or terrified?”“Kate, there are all kinds of people. I happen. Behind them stood the dark brown entertainment center holding his Television and Stereo together as if they were both one unit. Samiel stood to his feet and pulled down the right leg of his black boxers that had become drawn up during what was obviously a fitful sleep. The thin, rectangular remote sat on the floor near the foot of the bed. Crossing over the silver and black comforter he must had kicked off in the middle of the night, Samiel picked it up, aimed at the Stereo and pushed power.. I was wearing a low cut shirt that just showed a little bit of cleavage, and a skirt with no panties. I started feeling a little frisky. I was beginning to wonder if he would be interested in me, and I couldn't help but stare at his crotch through his pants and wonder how big it was. I'm sure that he noticed, but I didn't care. I crossed my arms and leaned over just a little so he had a great view of the cleavage that my shirt was showing. I think that I could tell that the bulge in his pants. We had maybe seven hours from when we dropped the kids at school to when we needed to head out to pick them up. But in those seven hours, we reached a special place. We got to a place where we truly re-affirmed that we were soul-mates and partners for life. Set on a path where we’d one day see first Caleb and then Libby off to college. And then years later I’d hopefully be dispensing marriage advice to my son and proudly be walking Libby down the aisle to marry a man who’d give her the same.