We dated girls, got hitched young…” “Wait, wait, wait,” Carson said, sitting up. “You’re married?” Armisen set down his cigar. “I didn...’t tell you that?” “No,” Carson said, certain he would remember. He looked down at Armisen’s hand. No ring. “Is that a problem?” Carson considered it. He knew adultery was wrong, but technically he wasn’t the adulterer here. And he wasn’t really in a position to judge--after all, he was the one who cheated on his boyfriend two years into their relationship. That. Now, he realized she was turned on by the fetish of exploring men's bottoms with inquisitive fingers.Doctor Evelyn advised him to just stay stress-free for a few days and come back for another session without any charge because they were unable to resolve his problem. It seemed fair and he hoped his sore anus would be recovered by then.The simple fact was that he was so consumed with worry that any minute they would tell him he was fired or laid off for an indefinite period of time. The economy. She had to steady herself as she walked down the stairs.Actually the facilities were fine once she found them, but there was something odd about the ladies room.Originally there had been three toilet stalls, but now there were only two. The door was off the center stall, and the toilet was missing. The drain in the floor had been capped. At the back of that stall, looking oddly out of place, another door had been cut and roughly installed.Annette sat on a stool in one of the intact stalls and. I wanted to “accidentally” brush her ass as we walked. We couldn’t do any of that. Too many people knew us. We wanted the dates, the obnoxious kisses, the stuff that all single people hate, and all long-term couples smile condescendingly at. We decided to see a movie. Obviously we couldn’t do anything too risky, still too much of a chance at being seen, but I could at least have my arm around her. It was nice. Just being with her, no sex, no frantic fucking to release. Just being with the girl.