“No, of course not,” I stammered slightly.“I think you were; I told you I wanted to have dinner with you, and I intend to.”“Chad, we can’t..., I can’t. I’m technically your boss, it wouldn’t look good.”“I don’t give a fuck how it looks,” he hissed quietly, “I told you that you were going to have dinner with me. And you’re going to. Right Marce?” his fingers toyed with my wavy brown hair.I couldn’t help but tremble and slowly nod.“Good girl,” he murmured softlyI’m embarrassed to admit that the. “Which means exactly zero about him knowing what will happen on your honeymoon!”“True,” I chuckled.We left my room and joined most of the gang to head to the cafeteria for breakfast.“Mike,” Melody said. “The Student Life committee approved your request to hold a service on Thursdays.”“Cool!” I replied. “Any concerns?”“No. Basically, if they let the Bible Church have a Bible study here, they can’t really deny anyone else, and given it’s a State university, they can’t censor speech based on. They just knew by the way his eyes lit up when he boasted of her.On this summer day, Horatio was busy, as usually, cultivating a farm field. He leads the horses through the field as they harrow the soil. During these monotonous times, Horatio’s mind would drift to his wife, Marie. He would linger on thoughts of passionate love making. As the plow slide into the rich soil, his thoughts were on how he might absorb himself in the beauty of his lovely Marie. His strong hands cupping the. "I... I... thought that was for the shower, a shower rule?" he saidunconvincingly, like something a child might say.Julia smiled wickedly as she got out of bed and walked over, his cockrock hard as he watched the sway of her body approaching in the briefnighty that hugged every sweet, delicious curve."You're lying to me now," she whispered, sending a chill up Eric'sspine. "I made it very clear. You don't touch yourself unless I giveyou permission and I sure as hell didn't give you permission.