I tried pulling harder, but the ring only seemed to get tighter on my finger and warmer until it became hot to touch. "Oww, fuck!" Quickly, I ran over...to the kitchen sink and ran water over my hand, managing to dull the pain. After a few minutes, the warmth subsided, but the ring was stuck on my finger. I cursed to myself and stared down at it. "Guess I have to go get some ring remover." Yo, nice place you got here."I froze in place as an unfamiliar voice began to talk to me. Slowly, I turned. I stared in their direction for a few minutes, turned round and put on the television. The rain had not slowed down, and it was too cold and wet to go outside. Not that it really mattered. I was enjoying watching television in front of a nice, toasty fire. Hours passed. I drifted in and out of sleep in front of the fire. After a while, I dozily woke up out of a snooze and my eyes drifted upstairs. My sister and her friends were standing there looking down. I dreamily noticed that they. We sip on a dark French roast coffee, that is only enhanced by the richness of the dessert. On our way back to my place, I ask him up for a nightcap. An Irish cream liqueur, that I know we both enjoy. Between the wine, and the smooth creamy liqueur, we are both feeling the sexual tension that has been building in us, not just this evening, but for quite a while. Unfortunately, it was something we never explored until the prospect of not seeing each other every day at work, became a. No man liked to admit that he was a bumpkin, that he was unsophisticated. "Besides, what good would it do to stop them now? I think they're both enjoying it thoroughly. Let's you and I even up the score."Somehow it all didn't seem right to Boyd. He stared over at Faith, hoping that it was all a dream, that she really wasn't giving herself to Dirk. What he saw inflamed him all the more. Faith, who had been a shy virgin when they married and had not once looked at another man, was giving her all.