A taxi stopped in front and the German female officer got out and gave her hand to a frail-looking brunette wearing a coat which looked too big for he...r. It was fall and the nights were fresh. The two women climbed the stairs to the lighted entrance which was immediately opened by Geneviève. The Fraulein’s escort was very beautiful and looked like a university student. Geneviève showed them to their room which was ready including a small bottle of red wine on the table with two glasses. Tessa,. "You've still got a lot to learn, Kid," he said firmly. "Remember what we talked about earlier; you need to take care of me first." He nodded towards the other towel on the bench and I understood immediately. I felt ashamed of myself for forgetting about our earlier discussion. I put my own towel down quickly and grabbed the unused one."That's better," he said as I reached up and started drying his big muscular body. He stood there patiently as I worked the big fluffy towel over his rugged. Well, there was a lot of sex but there were a lot of feelings, too. Especially later on." "Did her husband ever suspect?" "We really never talked about him, just wasn't mentioned. I don't think he ever suspected, we never discussed him." "Do you think she used you?" "Well, I suppose we used each other. So, in that sense, yeah, maybe so. But we also had something more, I think. After a while, there was an ease with each other, it felt natural to be naked with her and we just felt at ease with. I reluctantly picked up my dirty clothes out of the hamper. I always had a distinct love of flannel. I had a nice collection of about 25 to 30 flannel shirts I’ve gathered over the years. I also loved my Daisy Dukes and my jeans. I love the feeling of good denim. So usually, you could find me in a T-shirt, jeans, and a flannel every fall, the same thing but with a (non-puffy) jacket in the winter, and a shirt and daisies in the spring. In the summer I’d get really ecstatic, because then I could.