.. well... I thought about doing a pasta dish - is that ok with you?" She nodded and put her hand on my knee.She looked straight into my eyes, and a f...eling of lust began to well upinside of me. Yet at the same time something at the back of my mind wasyelling for me to go no further."Pasta will be fine hon." Her sultry tones were laden with desire. Eachnuance, each inflection, and each subtle change seemed to stoke thefurnace that was building inside of me. "I am so exhausted from runningaround. I'd be cut to ribbons with that tongue of hers if I spent the weekend at her place." Most weekends he only spent the Saturday night at his home. I did ask David when he seemed in a good mood, if Roger could take me the cinema one evening but, while the request wasn't refused outright, he said we must wait until I'd been there six months and then he would consider giving me parole leave for a day at a time. I suppose that was something to look forward to but it seemed a long wait and I knew when. By not being at each other all of the time, our special alone times became a little wanton, where we could really express passion.Now, with the promise of an hour or so alone this afternoon in Bills private "study" over their garage, we were priming ourselves for a hot, albeit short, time.When we got back to St Pius there was already a crowd there exchanging their uniform of the day for their deposit. This was actually the last real function we had, at the school. I wished I could say there was. The enjoyment became even better when Dave asked Paul if he golfed. Paul told him did but not that well. Paul did say that he did bring his golf clubs that were in the car. Dave asked Paul if he wanted to play in a foursome that had a ten o’clock tee time tomorrow. Paul looked at Stacy, who nodded her head telling him to do so. The invitation was accepted. It wasn’t until the next day that he found out that the reason for the opening in the foursome was that Stacy had dropped out because Paul.