”“I’m sorry, George, and you were so nice tonight, too. It’s just that the week was...”“Hey,” he said. “You don’t need to explain. T...morrow is fine. Morning love is better. Even better, I mean.” They settled into the spoon, and he hugged her while she took the longest time to get to sleep. He had used a euphemism; this was love. She woke enough to feel him tucking the afghan around her, then dropped back into sleep. She felt much better in the morning.“Toast?” George offered when she had had. As for my motives. In spiteof my college reputation, I never really enjoyed sex. I used itas a means to an end. I was quite aware of the gossip andrumors surrounding my various relationships but in reality I hadvery few actual sexual encounters. My denials only intensifiedthe rumors and stories making it appear that I was coveringsomething up." Steve was very understanding and I was able to put forth afront during the early years of our marriage, especially withthe amount of traveling he. We had nice food and returned to the room in the evening around 6 pm.I was tired from the day-long outing. Hence I took a nice hot water shower and was watching TV and relaxing. At around 8:30 pm. David called me. This time he invited me to his hotel for the dinner. I refused first but he insisted. Finally, I agreed to meet him at 9 pm.I dressed with a figure-hugging white top with casual grey Yoga Pants with red padded bra red laced panty inside. I am not fat but curvy, nice big boobs and. I won’t be but a moment.” He smiles and sits, but his eyes are saying, ’What have you got in store for me now?’ I race to the kitchen, looking for baby oil, but finding none, I settle for olive oil instead, warming it in the microwave as I grab a beach towel from the cupboard. Returning from the kitchen, I ask, “Fox, would you mind standing for a second while I spread this on the bed?” He complies, still wrapped in the towel. Looking into his warm blue eyes, I smile and ask him to lay down on.