His eyes were closed and his young chest rose and fell gently. He was asleep.The last thing she remembered was just lying there beneath her son, baski...ng in the feel of their bodies so closely pressed together. Then?She wasn't sure. She must have drifted off in the total relaxation that had suffused through her body after their love making. It had been good, so wonderfully good.Again, she looked at her son. An impish urge to reach out and fondle the sleeping hose of his penis rushed through her.. Instead we had paid to take up most of the space in one of the holds, and the sleeping arrangements were hammocks – only half as many as we needed for the seventeen of us – or bedrolls on the bare wooden planks. My three female guards and I had a small corner partitioned off by blankets tied to the ceiling, and we took shifts sharing two hammocks between us. I hated it; hated knowing my husband was mere feet away, and yet we slept apart. I did like the hammock, though, once I got used to it.The. "Well, son, looks like you have a challenge on your hands, think you can handle it?'' I teased. That was totally unfair. Darren Fletcher is one of the most confident men I know, a brilliant student, an excellent athlete and my best friend.We walked out of the center, chatting about his strategy for the night. Darren's enthusiasm was infectious. I knew I should be studying, but I had to be there to see how he made out with Simona. Was she truly out of his league? I doubted it. First, I needed to. Maybe just our names..." I rolled my eyes at that, then gave a faint nod when I saw that he wasn't about to just give up like I had hoped. "Alright," I sighed in defeat, "But just our old names." My handsome new husband nodded at that, then tore off several sheets of paper from the note pad by the phone, handing me one of them. However, he paused just before writing anything, giving me a hesitant look that told me that he was having second thoughts about this but was stubborn enough to go.