We didn't move until I gave the slightest squeeze and she murmured, "Ohh!"She looked up again but still didn't move so I took the initiative and squee...ed more firmly and shifted to cup more of her tit as I leaned over and kissed her. She didn't respond at first but sat motionless. I knew I was well over the line but, wherever it was, it was too late now to turn back. It's as well to be hanged for a sheep as a lamb, my Lit teacher had quoted from somewhere a day or so ago. Never was a lesson. . Still, it would be nice, wouldn't it?" It would," I agreed, but there was no regret in my voice.I don't think this is an uncommon experience for people. In many ways, our lives were in a rut. We had a routine. For Melinda, it involved getting up and going to the university and being the chair of the English department, publishing a paper or two and being a mommy to four wonderful children. For me, it was school and daycare and cleaning up around the house and picking the kids up and driving. What can I say? A lot of ladies seem fascinated by me at school. I’m a tall Black man walking around with the unmistakable inner-city guy’s swagger and a Boston accent to boot. It certainly helped my romantic life, I tell you that much. I dated ladies across the spectrum, man. From lovely Ethiopian women to buxom Irish-Canadian beauties and even a Lebanese Christian gal or two. I don’t discriminate based on color or culture. If I like a lady and she likes me, then everything is cool. Haters are. Bell had things to do in his home office, so Winnie and I headed to the club. Mr. Bell walked into his new home office, Millie excused herself to be with the babies, and our day seemed to be perfect.Jack was waiting when Winnie and I came out for a ride to the club. I asked him, "Was it convenient for you to be here to ride into the office with us, or did you drop everything just to take this ride?"He laughed and said, "I have everything arranged at the club office. When we start the season, my.