She knew what would happen once they reached the couch and knew that she would be helpless in stopping him. It would start with feeding each other and... then end with clothes being scattered around the room. She was still missing a pair of panties from the last meal they had prepared together.Mark turned to the refrigerator and removed a pitcher from it. He held it up and said, “I made a little something to go with the guacamole. Would you like a Margarita?”Reaching up to the top button of her. I pocketed the check, put on my one sport coat and headed for Citibank.On the way I kept giggling to myself, anticipating the face of the branch manager when they read the face of the check.After I walked through the door I stopped at a glass-covered convenience desk and countersigned the check. Then I stood in line like a good little prole. When I reached the teller (sorry, 'customer service agent') I asked to see the manager. She dialed a number and soon a well-dressed lady in a knee-length. The bus driver looked to be old enough to be my father and that made me smile because my father had worked a full eight hour day in his government job right up to the day he died feeding the pigeons outside city hall at 88 years old. Right now, I didn't think I would be able to emulate his staying power.Olga's Russian was pure and grammatically correct in every respect. I had gotten really sloppy over the years and I knew my Ukrainian accent and Serbian slang made me sound like a refugee Jew. After the kiss good night on the landing that night, Marc pressed his lips to the palm of his hand and then placed his hand on Amy’s belly. Looking directly into his young lover’s eyes he whispered to her, ‘Since I met you il mio molto amava, ‘we’ has become more magical than you or I. And since this has happened ‘the three of us’ has become even more magical than ‘we’.’ Amy rested her head on Marc’s chest as his arms held her close, she softly said, “professor, you’re very, very hard to resist.