Marcie and I used each other to mutual satisfaction that eventually included her husband in some ways. With Cameron, it was different. I had feelings ...for her – romantic feelings, and I could tell that she felt that way about me. We made love – had sex – four times before we slept, but we were loving the rest of the night, and through the next two days whenever we could be alone. Our next night we even had room service deliver dinner because we didn't want to take the time away from the bedroom. I feel myself jump ten feet when I hear her voice in the bathroom with me! My eyes fly open and there she is. Sam is standing there, peeking behind the curtain, with a wicked grin on her face. My heart is slamming so hard it hurts and my pulse is racing. I almost scream out like a little girl, in front of a girl. How embarrassing is that?! “Why's that?” I try to ask casually, doing my best to pretend she hadn't scared me. It's amazing how hard a man will try to be cool in situations as hopeless. If not, I'll explain to her that you're really a great catch and this is what makes me happy. Mom will understand. She just wants to protect me. She'll miss me, but she knows that it will happen sooner or later," Vicky assured her new boyfriend."That's good to hear, because I'm quite serious about you living with me permanently and working at the pub, as you can see. Think of how great it will be for both of us. If we want to have a quickie on our break, no one will be able to stop us. I have. Smell her. Touch her. I found myself casting glimpses at that window. This morning while I was checking my mail I noticed her boyfriend get out of his car and walk up to the house. I knew that Gemma’s parents were strict about them not being at home together while they were not there. I smiled to myself thinking if only her parents knew, before going to my study to do some work. At twelve o’clock I went make lunch. As I looked out of my dining room window I could see Gemma and her boyfriend.