’ ‘Then let me see.’ She looked at me with a flash of anger that I would dare question her, and yelled, ‘Great, you still don’t trust me!’... Bolting off the couch, she ripped her shirt open. The buttons were still flying through the air as she defiantly pointed at her gold chain with the diamond, still draped loosely around her hips. ‘See? Satisfied?’ It was the start of our first fight since I can’t remember—a real knock-down, drag-out squabble that went on well into the night. It wouldn’t be. With a single jerk, it went so deep inside and I started to fuck her and she was like hey stop and go and I didn’t listen to it and stroked her 4-5 times. I murmured in her ears that I don’t have a condom and asked: “is it ok with you”.She said, no please stop and said you go now and I was stroking while this happened. I was like to continue or stop it and she was moaning with my strokes. It was like so funny and steamy and both of us didn’t want to stop it while having any protection was in. "That sounds about what I was going to suggest" piped up Chris as he walked up to us. "Listen in on Fred's comments and then we'll set you up with some cardio that doesn't need your hands to do." Sounds like a plan to me" I agreed.I left them to do what they had to do and sat on our bench by the ice as the guys came out and did their warm-ups. I moved out onto the ice to hear what Fred had to say.Fred began with saying "Ok men, we had a long trip on the weekend and a hard fought game. We have. ” “I know you think you cheated death during Vietnam and that Fate took Carrie from you because of that.” “Just remember, John, Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds,” I added staring at him.“It is what a man thinks of himself that really determines his fate;” John replied then added, “Go on with your story.”Deputy Gail went to see just how you were coming along, as we had not heard from anyone. I was sitting with Sherri, who was crying and sobbing wildly so I sat.