Love in the Afternoon
© 2004 - all rights reserved "You bought underwear for yourself?" "Yes." "Would you model it for me?" She must have wondered. We'd made love Friday night, which should have set her clock running for something three, four weeks from now. For some reason Friday hadn't been enough. I was dying for more, had to have more. My own hand would never keep me sane for three weeks. I needed her, had to have her today. Yesterday, Saturday, I'd been giving her hints. Even with the kids in...