A good friend of ours, a black guy named King, had been grousing to me at work that he hadn't had any sex in weeks because his wife was very pregnant... and just not receptive. One night I mentioned this to my wife and decided to try subtly guilt tripping her just to see how she would react. Nothing had worked before, so I figured I didn't have anything to loose. I was a little blunter about my request this time. I told her who it was (a friend of ours), how hard up the poor guy was and how much. It was clear that neither of us wanted to push the other, but we rested assured something would go down soon. We seemed comfortable kissing, but that was it at that moment. I didn't know what Owen's feelings were on if we wanted to go further then, but I just put my hands on the back of his head.To my surprise, he didn't object and got up onto his knees. I did the same without parting our lips, but I failed to let my hands on his head. Instead, I had them reach around, and land on his lower. "I didn't know," she sobbed quietly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."William reached over, resting his hand on her shoulder. He could feel her shaking and began rubbing up and down her arm to try and calm her."Shhhh," he whispered. "It's all right."Celeste rolled over to face William, a look of incredulity on her face."No, it's not," she said. "It's not all right! What will happen to you? Or your father? Or me? I'm so sorry; I can't believe I led my mother straight to you. I want to kill. "I worked at the Lawrence Livermore Laboratories and then later went on to work at Bell Labs." Yes," James replied. My master had a smile on his face as he stepped from the ice. "I can imagine they were happy with your abilities as a bottle washer and floor sweeper."Silence was the only reply to James' last remark. He was walking down the tunnel back to the locker room. I hurried off the ice, following him. Behind me I could hear my sister concubines moving to leave the ice and join us.By the.