I made arrangements for him to meet her at Fiddler's bar at eight. Why don't you take a shower and get ready." Before I knew what was happening, Brian... herded me into the bathroom.While I showered, I tried to decide if I should go through with this. Brian was willing to let me go out with another guy but he wanted me to pretend to be someone else. Well, our marriage was almost shot anyway. What difference did it make? Besides, if I didn't like the guy I could always bail out.When I got out of. His eyes took in the scene before him as he came close to his door. One of the hotel maids looked very distraught. Instinct took over, and he touched her shoulder, prompting her to look up. “What’s the matter?” he asked her softly. “I…I…you have no need to worry yourself with me sir, I’m only a maid. I will be all right.” Mandy bit her bottom lip, making a great effort to hold in her emotions. “Please, please come in and sit a little while, and let me know what’s bothering you. I will call. Tradition says nothing useful about how you use your body. The same is true about other aspects of life and death in our society.”Relinko was stumped. “I don’t get you. What are you saying about tradition? That tradition is wrong? That is sacrilege!”“No, my friend. Tradition is fine where it tells truth and makes sense, but if it does not make sense, it is wrong. If tradition says you should save yourself and abandon your wounded during a battle, leaving them to be killed by the enemy; do you. I felt her fingers probing through my slick middle. She parted my lips and one finger slid easily inside. I gasped and stuck my tongue in her mouth. Her kisses were so soft and sweet! Her finger was curled around inside me, her first joint rubbing my love button as her fingertip stroked me high inside.“God, Lori! You’ve got me on fire!” I squealed. I stood up between her legs and she helped me pull her top off. Her breasts were small and firm with succulent, rock-hard nipples pointing at me. I.