" How right you were. As I looked at the depression in the pillow next to me from my wife's head I had one of those occasional moments when I wished i...t was your head that caused it, that it was your scent that filled the room and your warmth that I could feel under the covers. I closed my eyes and sighed a contented sigh. My manhood strained against the cotton of my boxer shorts as I reached up above my head and stretched. All thoughts of sleep were now gone, thoughts of you still invaded my. The sheets are off to the side of the bed, the paper towels propped on the night table, and I take one to dry my hand. I turn and face you, so close to your own height in these boots, and I look at the desire burning in your eyes. I step forward and grasp you firmly, kissing you solidly. Returning the kiss, you hold me tightly to you for a moment before tilting me back onto the bed. I lay there, hair spread across the pillow, legs propped up with knees pointing to the ceiling. You bend down and. But Kat guided them to my table, where she stood, holding a tray upon which her wrapped tacos lay, and boldly said, "You remind me of my Uncle Bob. Is this seat taken?" Caitlin!" squealed one of her friends. She was a pretty typical college girl, cute, but not classically beautiful, in fairly good shape, and who knew better than to approach strange men. I didn't get much of a look at the other girl. I was looking at Caitlin."Well," I said, ignoring the outraged objection to Caitlin's forward. . when you're no longer a virgin... maybe I can do that for you too."Anyway it was a tiring two nights and I'm going to rest all of what's left of today so I can get to work on time tomorrow.G'night (or rather, good afternoon.)Dear Diary: Mar 3 — I'm going to dinner with Joe again. I still hate him (but he turns me on anyway) and I know now how I'm going to get even with him. I won't tell you until after I go to dinner though because he may not agree to do what I'm going to ask. I'm having fun.