I looked at Linda. She had a very contented look on her face."You as contented as you look?" I asked.She looked down at me and smiled and said, "Very...."I continued to look at her and she noticed."It's not polite to stare," she teased."I'm allowed. I have a piece of paper around her somewhere, that says I can stare at my wife," I said."What about your game?" she asked."Blow out, may as well be over," I answered.She did not reply right away. She seemed to be thinking, She then looked down at me. “Are you two OK, now, about talking about personal and sexual matters, knowing this is not official?”We were baffled, but interested.“Let me start by saying that I’ve mentored each of you individually, and at a college level. I doubt any of your classmates know how deeply you’ve gotten into your historical interests.”The two looked at one another, surprised. “Exactly,” observed Lois. “Neither of you knew about the other.” You two can work out sexual tension.“Harold”, asked Lois, “Did you ever. Perhaps it was that feeling he had been having recently at Mandy… that feeling like she deserved better than him.They had been going out since high school and tended to have sex almost every other night, sometimes even multiple times a day. John loved going clubbing with Mandy. He loved cooking for her. He loved providing for her. She loved him too. He knew that much.He was in love with her Egyptian skin and her talk about religion. He was practically imprisoned in her pussy. Hell, he was. Now as he saw her approaching, he was immediately concerned. One thing about Anna, she never hid her emotions from those who knew her. Even during those first difficult months when she was coming to terms with her own new mind and — completely unrobotically for her — had not wanted to be commanded even by him.Those days were long past, but his love and concern for anything that affected her adversely was as strong as ever."What's wrong?" he was asking before she'd even finished walking up to.