Our kiss deepens and all space between us disappears. He looks at me and says he thinks its time for us to go. We try and behave on the cab ride back ...to the hotel but our fingers keep playing over one another’s bare skin. Mine on his arms, his over my cheeks n neck. We return to the hotel and walk soberly in and go straight to my room. Once inside he asks if I’m sure this is what I want. I reply as long as he realizes it’s not a one time thing. That I want him as my love and no other. He says. " Thanks," Kirsten told him. "See you later, honey."Their mornings had been a ritual for many years, now. Both he and Kirsten got up about the same time, and shared making breakfast for themselves and for the kids. Mike could get in and out of the bathroom while breakfast was making, but Kirsten faced half an hour or more of getting her face on and getting dressed. Rather than waiting around, Mike drove his VW Rabbit over to the Spearfish Lake Cafe, out on the highway, for a cup of coffee and a. She waved Sarah to her."Sit," she said. "I know that look." She had a distinguished London accent."Really? Here?" I look in the mirror all the time," she replied, gesturing to the mirror in front of them. "It's a repellant. I learned to give it up in order to get along with my colleagues. I'm Victoria Cole." I know. Sarah Jones." I know that too," Victoria smiled. "You can call me Vic." How come you know me?" asked Sarah."You're a lovely young woman. I find your look quite striking, thus I. I do it too, you know.” “You do?” I asked, surprised, but feeling a return ofthe growing warmth Bob had interrupted. “Sure. Noelle?” “Yes?” “Keep doing it. Okay? Please? I’ll do it with you,” Bobsaid, unzipping his jeans, taking out his thick, meatycock. It was the first time I’d ever really looked at it, andwhen he started stroking it, standing right there infront of me, aiming it at me, I got so hot I justjammed my fingers way.