" Him? Him? What the hell is going on here Bev? Why are you going out to dinner with a 'him' looking like that?" I didn't dress sexy. I just wanted to... look nice." Look nice for him? What the fuck is going on here Beverly?" It's nothing Rob. One of the guys in the office asked me to have dinner with him and he is a nice guy so I thought it might be fun." Let me get this straight. A man you work with – a man who presumably knows that you are married – asked you to go out with him and you said. I had no intention of pulling any punches with her."I know," I been coming down for the whole tree days that I have been inside. I think I am at baseline now." she said."Where did you hear baseline?" I asked."One of the Doctors at the rehab clinic used it a lot. You know, have to get you to baseline before we can do any real work. That kind of thing." she said. She was also biting her nails between tortured sentences."You do know he meant you can't work on kicking the habit unless you are. It was a pity that we had not been sharing a more private space, but that opportunity would come in a few days…We cleaned up as best we could. I often wonder if Dave ever noticed the stains or the smell!As we were both sharing rooms with other people, Joan and I never had another chance to get together in the hotel. But I seem to remember that it was almost our last night there anyway.I know - you are going to say that I had still not lost my virginity. That was true but read on and you will. He gave her a ton of credit for self-control; he hadn't known she had it in her.He worked the lotion into her cheeks, ensuring that every inch was covered and shamelessly digging into the valley between. He began playing a game of his own, teasing, moving towards her sex as he rubbed oil into her thighs but always pulling back before making contact. He smiled as the tension and trembling in her body grew. Once or twice, barely audible cries of frustration escaped his bride's lips.Finally, he.