A mild shudder rippled through Jan's hopelessly turned-on being. The sheer eroticism of the situation, without any counterpart in her living memory, c...oupled with the mild dosing of whiskey she had subjected herself to all day long, combined to make her giddy and without reasonable restraint on her emotions. The awful, frustrating, tingling feeling she had felt after her husband, Steve, had drawn his penis out of her much too early had returned with greater force than ever -- and here was the. There was no runback, but that was a trivial matter to everybody but the coaching staff and Tag.That late tackle had shaken him up a bit, and he had not fully recovered by the time he had to return to the field. Coach Harkness was worried about a possible concussion, so he sent in the substitute Quarterback while a couple of doctors made sure that it was safe for Tag to return to the game. The doctors gave the green light to Tag to return to the game, so he was out for the next play from. She also made somepurchases there, but told him that they were presents for later on."Why don't you hand in your notice at work?" she suggested to him,completely out of the blue. "We certainly don't need your money, we havethis big house, and at the moment we pay a cleaning service to look afterit. Firstly, I think that maid Jillian could do a better job, andsecondly it would also mean that we wouldn't have strangers potentiallypoking their noses into the top floor."Perhaps he was carried. .. hi," she said sheepishly."Hi, Ellen," I replied. "Didn't mean to run you over." No worries," she said with a wave of her hand.We stood quietly in an awkward silence for a moment before she turned to walk away."Anyways... I should go," she said."Wait," I blurted out as she began to turn away. "How are you?"She looked down and was avoiding eye contact as she spoke quietly. "I'm okay." How's your garden doing?" I asked.She blushed and glanced at me quickly before looking down again."I haven't.