Geoff asked if I had anywhere to stay which led to an invitation to stay with them for the time I was to be there. When I arrived I met his children a...nd the wife – a vivacious blond about 5' 4” and a slim figure with a flat chest – little more than bumps for her nipples. We had a great meal, finishing the wine I had brought for the meal. Afterwards we were all relaxed around the fire, feeling mellow discussing Geoff's hobbies and the odd things that were happening at his work. I thought it. She was ready for this trip. She missed it. Shemissed Him. But there was the fear of the time lapse. Had things changed forHim? He wanted to see her, too, but what did that really mean? She thought sheknew what to expect based on their pervious visits, but she truly had no ideawhat to expect at all. It was a little unnerving. Thedrive was good, the day was gorgeous, and the sun was warm on her cheek throughthe driver-side window. Meatloaf's "Paradise by the Dashboard" light wasburgeoning from. Don’t even need to know names. Just physical contact. Your hands and body soothe and comfort me like no other, but perhaps, I could find the aggression I crave elsewhere.As a mistress, I know I should not feel guilt about sexual cravings. After all, you live with your wife, why shouldn’t I have someone else to keep as a constant when I can’t have you? I honestly don’t even think you would be jealous. Maybe internally you would struggle, but outwardly you would only show me the same calm cool. She understands me. The way she acts, the way she talks ... I can’t stop thinking about her. I dream about her.”“Young love,” Nagao sighed, “as beautiful as it is destructive. You haven’t forgotten that you’re engaged to the Matsuyo girl, I assume? Let me guess, you don’t like her? She’s too demure for you, too prim and proper?”“Nagao,” Satou began, “I-”“Remember Satou, that as the heir to the shoen you have responsibilities and duties that go beyond your own happiness. Granted, being the lowly.