"You should see your ass, it's bright fucking red!" he laughed. I started whining a little, and he stopped. "My poor baby." He started rubbing my chee...ks in an attempt to make it better. And then, to my surprise, he leaned down and kissed my ass. "I'm just kissing your boo boo to make it better." Spreading my cheeks and kissing in between them. "Daddy, what are you doing?" "I can't seem to get through to you how important school is, so I'm going to show you what could happen if you don't finish. It stops me. Every time. I caught my breath, getting off lucky this time. Usually it almost stops my heart. ‘No,’ I said, when I could breathe again. ‘Kate, this is Rebecca. Becca – Caitlin Brown. Kate.’ ‘You’re sure I’m not interrupting?’ she asked, looking at me. ‘I’m sure.’ ‘Then scoot,’ she said, nudging my shoulder with her hip. I moved enough so she had room to sit down. She slid into the booth until she was pressed against me, then picked up my wine glass and took a sip. It wasn’t meant. So let me drop you and she agreed. While going. We both were silent and didn’t speak. Finally I dropped near her street. She told than ks and left.Then the next day again she was waiting for auto. I went near to her and smiled at her. She also smiled and I asked shall I drop you madam? She agreed and we left. It was a rainy day till the time we reached we both were drenched and on the way did not get a place to stop. I dropped her in front of the apartment. Then she told leave after sometime. And I should have known better than to go down the path of temptation. It was summer, two years ago. I was leading a six-week program for American college students in Italy. My wife was going to come over for two weeks after the classes ended. With her visit in mind, I got a really nice furnished flat. Classes started, and I enjoyed teaching in the morning and having my afternoons to do errands and to practice my Italian. Despite Skype, though, it was lonely, especially in the evenings and on.