I thought she would be back by now. They must have a few things to talk about, I guess.”“Yes, Marg thinks she is close to ovulating and we didn’... use protection. She said she would talk to Cherie about it this morning.”“How do you feel about it?”“I’ll accept any decision that Cherie and Marg make. The decision has to be theirs.”We didn’t interrupt them but stayed in the bedroom talking and cuddling. Around thirty minutes later Cherie came to the bedroom with a couple of cups of coffee. She. I thought you were in the kitchen, I . . . I don't normally do this sort of thing in public . . . I just . . . well . . . needed to . . .” and his voice trailed off. I stared at him . . . the bulge still evident in his pants . . . although not as big. He gave a nervous laugh.“Hey, I suppose you must walk in on this sort of thing all the time. . . just part of the job . . . eh?” What a nerd I must have seemed . . . just standing there with my mouth wide open. . He was in construction, and all that hard labor paid off, damn what that does to your chest. I could not remember the last time I had seen him with his shirt off.He asked, "OK, if I sleep in my underwear."I said, "It's fine." Though as I said that I reached under my nightie and pulled mine off. "Mind if I don't?"-------------------------The covers were a hodge podge of sheets and old blankets. It was not at all cool outside, in fact the temperature felt absolutely perfect against my skin. I. Coupled with her straight long black hair that reached to the bottom curve of her lower back, Sasha looked like she was dressed more for shopping or perhaps clubbing than visiting a museum.“Where to?” I unwittingly asked.She reached out and hit the “LL” button on the elevator.The elevator doors opened, and we stepped out into what I believe was the basement of the museum. I spotted a closed-circuit television camera on the wall. It appeared that Sasha knew the museum very well, since she.