Paralysed by despair. Maybe if Id done things differently wed still be together. ~~~~~ INTERIOR. BYRONS FLAT. BEDROOM. EVENING. 1989. RACHEL is 20 ye...ars old. BYRON moves towards her on the bed and kisses her cheek. She draws away from him. Shaking her head. She seems sad. Or maybe angry. BYRON sits silently. Wanting to understand. RACHEL (frowning): *Whats wrong?* BYRON (puzzled): *Nothing. What do you mean?* RACHEL gets up and turns her back to him while she undresses in the corner of the. He put his hands on her hips to lay her full against him as she began to unbutton her shirt. “I am dying to see your chest,” she breathed. When his shirt was open to the waist, she sat back and rubbed her hands through his chest hair.His breath caught in his throat. He was filled with the urge to toss her on her back and make made passionate love to her as quick as possible. But he stopped himself. He wanted this to be perfect.And so did she.“Turnabout is fair play,” he said as he took her. I figured I had time to get in and get out before you got out. Of course, I figured you’d have appropriate clothing on before coming back into the room.”“I have to apologize as well. It was a bad judgment call. I should have realized that someone could come into the room while I was in the shower. I’m sorry for my unthinking behavior and exposing myself to you. I hope you can forgive me.”“I don’t think I have been too badly traumatized.” She answered with a smile. “In fact, I am curious, but. .." With that he ran his fingers up the crack, and was rewarded with a twitch of her muscles. SMACK! She tensed at the spank, but said nothing, looking at the floor and trying to separate the feelings she was getting. First there was his hands, his maddening hands on her body. Arousing her, teasing her and tickling her. It was the hardest thing she had every tried, to lie still while his hands explored her. She could feel his finger slowly slide up her inner thighs, and slowly tickling her just.