He then leaned in again for another kiss. This time he shoved his tongue hungrily into my mouth and explored until I was breathless. I told him I was ...just kidding and we could wait till we got home. Never did I think I'd be able to see his pouty expression in the dark but it was clear. He was seriously wishing.I didn't even bother to look around since no other car had passed and the storm was full blown still. The only light that was offered was the occasional lightening flash. I went back to. We exchanged our thoughts and concerns about the following day. After a while, our conversation started getting more personal. We talked about our boyfriends, friends and families, and before I knew it, she had moved from her bed and was sitting beside me on mine. As we continued to talk, she moved closer and laid her hand on my leg. It wasn’t anything that shocked me. She laid it there and it stayed just above my knee. Every so often as she talked, her hand would squeeze my leg. The shock. Few thingsinterrupted them; they both occasionally needed food and exercise, Zoe'sphone ran out of juice in the middle of the day (Leslie usually just lefthers plugged in), and she briefly found it hard to text while her brotherminced around her in his pretty dress and heels, adroitly maneuvering aloud, powerful vacuum cleaner. Zoe listened patiently while Leslie madeit very clear that day after day of being trapped behind a glass wall,stuck in a hospital bed and only moved around for exercise. A light breeze trickled through the drape around my waist as he sat down in a small chair in front of me and put my paperwork on the small table behind him. “Mrs. Gordon it’s nice to meet you,” he said as he held out his hand and we made eye contact. My heart was racing (my girlfriends were definitely right) and I was becoming slightly moist between my legs. I couldn’t stop thinking about his hands touching me in ways my husband hasn’t in years. Smiling I shook his hand, “You as well.” “I see.