He just kept talking, oblivious to my new found lust for him. We soon pulled into the parking lot next to a Starbucks and I found myself following beh...ind him, staring at his amazing muscular ass. What the hell was wrong with me? I had sex once in the last week of school and maybe the awakening was making me want more, maybe any man would due? The sex was with my much older math teacher, Mr. Gainer, he was maybe in his early fifties but he also always wore snug-fitting trousers that accentuated. . we’ve been...” I almost said that other things have taken priority, but I knew how bad that would have sounded. Finally, I bowed my head, “No.”In a much kinder, more compassionate voice, my husband said, “Maybe you should talk to Sharon.”I could only nod as tears began running down my cheeks.In bed that night, long after Harvey had fallen asleep, I thought back over the last year. How many times had he presented me with flowers for no reason? How many times had I gone to bed, only to find a. Fuzzydown, was his name," Sean laughed, "and she carried it everywhere, tucked underneath her arm. When people asked her about it, she would say, 'This is Mr. Fuzzydown, my butler.' She had gotten it in her head that a butler protected people." I was four, dad," Mary blushed. "It was some stupid movie I watched as a kid, I think." She wouldn't even let her mother or I wash it," Sean said and Mary and her sisters fell silent. Sean cleared his throat, "Anyway, its getting late and I should be. I twist around to see the motel's owner and two female cleaners. "Look, I'm sorry you saw this," I say. "It's just a private game ?" Shut up you whining little prick!" shouts the owner. "So this is what Emma does with her clients is it? How disappointing, that she doesn't share with us!" His tone is very sarcastic. "Here's what we'll do, sissy," he bends down and grabs my chin hard, twisting it around to look him in the eye. "Option one is we take you, exactly as you are now, and dump you on.