Not a peck. A long warm smooch.I was sorely tempted to turn my head ninety degrees, to feel those firm lips against mine. But a public display of affe...ction in front of Sgt. Papa was ill advised. He already thought the two of us knew each other intimately. No need to feed that fantasy."I repay you. I promise." Her grin lit up the room. With MacBook in her arms, the power cord dangling after her, Nashta ran for her car, the same one she delivered pizzas in. I stood a bit taller for having done a. I own a medium size business and she was an accountant working for a big firm in town here. Lately , she had mentionne a few tim a girl friend of hers at work whose husband let her go out on her own and pick-up and screw guys .Except for mentionning that this was no way to run a marriage i did not pay any attention to it . She kept bringing it up to the point where it annoyed me a bit . so i asked one evening after she was on that again -". They could see the hole where they peed from, but it looked like another hole under the skin.THAT time, Mom had come in and saw what they were looking at. She told them that when they sat down too hard, from falling when they roller skated, or slipped on the ice, in the winter, the piece of skin would come lose. Other wise it would be there until somebody stuck something inside of them. It was called the hymen, or, as some called it, their "cherry." If they still had it, by then, their husband. Something he would have had a fit over. He found himself laughing. Rachelle hearing him laugh made her cry even more harder. How could this of happened? She hadn’t been ill like this for many years. ‘Robert please I’m so sorry. I will have your car detailed, your suit dry cleaned.’ Rachelle barely audible. He stepped out of his car came around to her side and opened her car door. She couldn’t look him in the eyes. This was just so horrifying. Robert took her hands and pulled her up to him. with.