" "If you don't feel you can abide by these rules, then we've gone too far. Either quit or I leave tomorrow and start divorce proceedings." Her eyes w...elled up with tears. "I'm sorry B, I should have told you the truth! And yes, I'll follow every rule. I'll even quit now if you really want that!" "What do you want to do?" "I, I, I...." "Then make damn sure you follow the rules!" She broke into tears and fell into my arms. I cuddled her, but inside I again felt like someone had hit me in the gut. Clay fell into her, showering her face and neck with kisses. As he kissed her he unbuttoned the front of her dress. He devoured her breasts, taking each nipple into his mouth and rolling the warm hard button with lips and tongue.She wrapped her long legs around his waist, her eager arms around his neck. She squealed and flipped over on top of him, the edge of her sundress lifting and floating in the air like a wind-blown scarf before settling down around them.As she completed the turn and. My date started talking about work. I listened, sort of. All the time my eyes watched Harold.Harold never avoided my gaze, nor did he ignore me. His body held itself the same way as before he had spotted me. There was no shift or change in his position to avoid seeing me, yet he never stole a glance towards me.How can he do that? I wondered out loud. My eyes shifted towards my date that had heard my muttering. He turned to see what had captured my attention. I felt a need to explain, maybe he. I tend to have that effect on people, I can count the amount of people on one hand who actually understand what I’m talking about (most of the time), including my best friend Shari…. and the mad old lady next door who has arguments with her shoes, but I don’t want to talk about that. Still don’t know what I’m talking about? Heres the start of the story…. I was skiving P.E last Thursday with Shari (it was last period and too hot to do ANYTHING, let alone run about in a manky PE kit in front of.