“Gianna, I’m not going to be home until very late tonight, they need me to work late,” my husband said in a rushed clipped tone.“Sure, no prob...em; I’ll see you in the morning. Love you.”“I love you too sweetheart.”So, I have the entire house to myself, for several hours, I thought to myself; now how do I find out if he’s ready, willing and able?I looked at the clock on my phone and noticed it was just after three; Aiden would be home in about a half hour from school, his senior year at a local. They were locked together in combat, jockeying for position, an experienced male soldier versus a beautiful near naked teenage Amazon Warrior. Despite her youth Tight Skirt was strong and a formidable fighting machine, she pushed him back ever so slightly, but enough to cause him to overbalance very slightly, she wrapped her long leg round his and kicked his leg away. He stumbled backwards and Tight Skirt was straight on him, she drove her knee into his stomach winding him, he fell on to his. Finally, we got a table n we settled down. I told her to order d food of her choice and I would b back within 10 min. I was out and returned in 20 min. She called me twice in between and was blasting me to come soon as soon as I reached there and I apologized her for my delay as we had a corner table, none cared about us in such dim light. I bent down on my knees and gave her a yellow flower and a greeting card, and I asked her Moumita and I value your friendship a lot and I love your company. ..She drives down long, straight, dark roads, the only light the pale green glow of her dashboard and the bright, white headlights of approaching cars. She feels the tightness in her chest, the way it makes her breathing quick and shallow, the raw, dry ache in the back of her throat and the itchy heat behind her eyes as her vision blurs slightly, her arms feeling heavy and numb on the steering wheel, her head a dead weight on her neck as she sinks deeper into her seat under the pressure of her.