"You still won't face up to your infidelity, and Judith is clearly living in denial about her husband's indiscretions," Ruth's ex insisted."Oh, is THA...T what you think?" Judith retorted."Yes, it IS!" he thundered."It is NOT that way at all, Joe. I admit that I had some fantasies about Matt, but I NEVER betrayed my wedding vows with him. However, since you divorced me, he and I have had a sexual relationship. What is more, it has been with Judith's knowledge and consent," Ruth replied."WHAT?" Joe. I was – Oh God, I was going to cum! “Please no. Please stop,” I sputtered. The words came out half heartedly. I didn't want him to stop, but at the same time I did. The last thing in the world I wanted was for his fingers to stop twisting and pinching my hard nipples. But still, the orgasm would be the death of any hope I had to remain pure. When I came, I would give everything to him. “Why? Do you like this? If you really want me to stop, I'll stop. All you have to do is sound like you mean. He went to bed early, with the unconcern of youth, thinking about what had happened that day. Contrary to his sister's assumption, he hadn't masturbated when he got home. Instead he cherished the sexual high he was on and nurtured it until bedtime, thinking back to what her breasts had looked like, and how close he had come to touching one of them skin-to-skin. But the primary thing he thought about was that she had shown him those breasts on her own ... offered them to him in a sense. He tried. "Wait, Camellia. Tellme what's going on!" She looked at me with angst then shied. "When--When I come backfrom the ladies room, okay?" she said and I let go and she half-skipped offtoward the rest room hallway. Something worrisome and anxiouscompelled me get up and weave the lunch crowd and peek around thecorner to just in time catch Camellia pushing out the exit door at the end ofthe hall. Shit! I scurried after her, quietly cracking the door to watch her wind downthe stairway. I.