I hope you have a good life,’ she wished with a genuine smile. ‘Thanks, you too,’ I returned the wish. She left, and I found I couldn’t concen...trate. Something about what she said kept tugging at the back of my mind. I couldn’t think about anything else as I picked her every word apart to look for clues as to what made me so uneasy. I eventually went to sleep. My dreams were peaceful — well, sort of. I dreamt that I led my men to the ultimate victory in battle, and ended the war for good. This. This was too important, even though he'd rather never ... ever ... admit to Don what had happened in that motel room."Don't tell me a little hanky panky caused her to stop stuttering!" whispered Don tensely. "There had to be more to it than that." It was very ... emotional... " Bob let it hang there and then decided to emphasize it. "Very, very emotional."Don frowned. He opened his mouth, and then closed it."Remember back to the first time you and Susan fooled around," said Bob softly.A guarded. Fortunately I had set the camera to be focused on the screen. Steve was telling a guy just how sexy I was and that he wanted to show him some pictures of me. He gave him a password which let the guy into Steve's private galleries. Steve opened them up and I could see pictures of me on vacation, at the pool, around the house, going to a party and even me in my wedding dress.The guy asked Steve if he wanted a tribute and Steve said yes. In about ten minutes an image of me in my swimsuits came. . you could be flattered, maybe even aroused, or you could be insulted, slap me and leave.I see your eyes widen... then, with a grin, you lunge back to capture my mouth again, kissing feverishly, moaning into each others' mouth... God, I love the way this feels. Your nipples are hard as bullets. I can feel the heat of them through two layers of cloth. Damn, I'm horny!You break the liplock to whisper, "Let's go to your room." I nod, my blood racing... we walk arm in arm to my room. I close and.