4 comments/ 67310 views/ 12 favorites The Faithful Secretary By: Ikay Just want to thank the readers who have commented on my stories. For those who like my style, I'll keep it up for as long as I can. For those who don't... lighten up, this is supposed to be fun! * I woke up about 5:30am in the morning to the soft breathing of Jasmine my wife. We were spooning and her ample bottom was nestled snugly on my stomach. I felt horny which was not unusual at that time of the morning even though my wife and I had made love for most of the night. I wanted to have sex again and I wondered if she would be up to it. Jasmine is a strong lady but when it came to copulation she boiled over too quickly. I listened to her gentle snores for a while before my fingers traveled from the base of her stomach to her heavy breasts. Her flesh felt warm in my hands as I softly massaged her supple skin. She woke when I gently tweaked her nipples and she grunted slightly and yanked my hands away. "Get lost" she mumbled and soon dozed off again. I sighed and got out of bed. It took me till 6:30am to prepare for work and I was having my breakfast in the kitchen when my wife eventually came downstairs in a robe. She stood uncertainly at the door with a guilty expression on her face. "Why didn't you call me to get you breakfast?" she demanded. She tried to give me an accusing glare. "I didn't want to bother you, Babe" I said smiling as I took a tentative sip of hot coffee, "I guessed you needed plenty of rest after all that thrashing around last night." She blushed deeply and my smile got broader. I never could understand Jasmine. At nearly six feet in height she was a tall imposing lady and her stern countenance made her look even more formidable. Even though she had a killer figure she always dressed conservatively and very rarely exposed her thighs or cleavage unless we were alone. You would think she was a prude but nah... whenever we were having sex all her inhibitions were gone with the wind. She was probably the best cocksucker in six states and whenever we climaxed it was me that screamed out her name. But she easily got tired. I found it frustrating so I had to make sure our lovemaking was slow and stretched out for as long as possible like a broke ass drunk nursing his last drink. "I'm fine" she said haughtily "Just a little... sore." "Anything you say, Babe." I downed my coffee and stood up. She watched me quietly as I picked up my briefcase and walked towards her. I put an arm round her waist and kissed her quickly on the mouth. "Don't wait up for me, Darling" I said as I drifted away from her but not before I got a good feel of her firm ass, "I've got tons of work to do." She told me she hadn't intended to wait up for me anyway and that I should bring back a gallon of milk. I smiled again. Jasmine is a great gal; she loves to cook, clean and when she's up to it, fuck but when it came to showing emotion she was glaringly deficient. Not that it bothered me. I loved her anyway. I got to my office a little late after I struggled with the morning traffic and I was a bit pissed by then. I own an advertising company and as the boss it wouldn't really matter if I was late. However I was conducting interviews for a new secretary and I wanted to finish them on time. My last secretary, a very faithful young lady with big boobs and even bigger glasses had decided to get married and reallocate. I was broken hearted because she was as efficient as a well oiled machine. I hoped selfishly that she would divorce the fool and come back to me. A long line of hopeful ladies lined the reception and I studiously ignored them as I walked briskly into my office. My PA, Mathew, asked me whether he should start bringing them in one by one and with a tired sigh I told him to get on with it. The third lady seemed promising. She was huge in size although she had a pretty face and all the flesh was still in the right places. As the interview wore on she appeared to be smart and intelligent. I must confess now that I have one special quality I look for when I'm recruiting female staff: sex appeal. If a lady doesn't have it then it was very unlikely that I would hire her. That's sexist I know but what is a man to do? I can't be in close contact with someone I find unattractive, it would be counterproductive. It would mean that I would be avoiding the office a lot instead of rushing to be there. I liked this woman a lot, at least apart from her credentials being in tip top shape I would get gratification from staring at her big tits and ass but I wanted to know something else. "One more thing... er... off the record, are you married?" She looked apprehensive when she said yes. "But you're not wearing a ring?" She told me that she was afraid her marital status wouldn't get her the job and that's why she decided to remove it before coming for the interview. She also said her husband was a lowlife schmuck who had caused her plenty of grief. I sympathized with her and told her that she didn't need to worry: I was a fair man. "My PA will get back to you as soon as possible and let you know when you can start" I lied cheerfully, "Have a nice day." The next ten to fifteen women were either too ugly but smart or smart but too married. I was getting frustrated and the day was almost gone. She was the last one in. I was scowling at her credentials when she greeted me and it was her deep, husky voice that made me look up in interest. She wasn't tall; in fact she was rather petite. She was smartly dressed in a white blouse and black mini-skirt but on closer inspection you noticed that the blouse was slightly see-through revealing a white lace bra that cupped a pair of perky breasts. Her mini-skirt was an inch too short for decency but she had excellent legs with white thighs that were as smooth as silk. Her face was a bit long and so was her nose but she more than made up for it with a pair of alluring eyes and full sensuous lips. She had this eager to please demeanor about her that made me want to pin her to the ground and ravish her. "Hi" I said, eyeing her appreciatively, "Can I know who you are?" She told me her name was Priscilla (which I thought was a daft name) and that this was her first interview. I asked her to tell me her special skills. She rambled for a few minutes before my suspicions were confirmed that she was airier than a football field in fall. "Well, Priscilla" I said heavily "I don't think you are qualified for this position. You have no special secretarial skills, no work experience and frankly not the right aptitude for this kind of work." She leaned forward and her cleavage seemed jump out of the v of her blouse and onto my face. "Please, sir" she begged softly, "I really, really need this job. I have a young kid to look after and his dad doesn't want to have anything to do with him. I used to work as a stripper but I don't want my son to grow up in that kind of environment. This is my first chance to get a real job. I'll do anything you want, sir... ANYTHING." I sat back and considered her. She really was very pretty and I felt sorry for her but hiring her would mean me having to spend money to train her. Michael my PA would never forgive me. There was only one thing left to ask her. "Are you married?" "No, I'm single... very, very single!" I sighed and picked up the phone. "Michael, tell the other ladies to go home and you can go too when you finish up. I'll... er... have to brief our new secretary." Michael's hiss of disgust did not faze me as I stood up and went to my door to lock it. Priscilla watched me expectantly. I went to an easy chair and sat down. "Okay, darling" I said as I faced her, "Against my better judgment I'm going to hire you but you have one more test." "What, sir?" The hopeful expression on her face saddened me but she had to somehow pay for putting me in a disadvantage. After all I was hiring her because of her kid... okay, she has a killer body as well but what would Jesus do? I signaled her to stand up. She did so quickly. "Alright, give me a show" I said as I reclined further into the chair, "On the house." She smiled and slowly began to dance to some tune in her head as she unbuttoned her blouse. When she pulled it off I was amazed with how perfect her breasts were. They were pear shaped and pointed and seemed to poke through the lace fabric. I could clearly see her dark colored nipples. My hand immediately went to stroke my crotch. Next, she wiggled out of her mini-skirt, no mean feat since her hips were so wide. All she had on were a very brief pair of white panties. I could tell she shaved herself clean. She really was very beautiful. She looked like a mannequin in a lingerie store window. Off came the bra. My mouth fell open. Truly, these were the sexiest pair of tits I had ever seen. She cat-walked up to me and with her hips barely inches away from my face, slowly pulled down her panties. She was as smooth as a baby, opulent, puffy and moist. My cock was now in attention, creating a tent in my pants. I had only wanted to watch strip but now I knew I must have her. She knelt before me and gently massaged my bulge before zipping down my fly and pulling out my member which was now as stiff and as hard as tempered steel. I groaned as she stroked my shaft expertly with her tiny hands, her fingers sliding under to gently squeeze my balls. She bent her head and covered my cock with her warm mouth, her tongue lashing around it. She sucked me thoroughly for a couple of minutes while I gripped the armrests and grunted helplessly. She would also pull me out of her mouth and lap at my balls. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and with a deep, guttural groan, I came. She deftly gulped down my cum and slowly licked the head clean. I motioned her to sit on my lap and for the next couple of minutes I unhurriedly kissed and sucked her breasts till I was hard again. I then lifted her up and slowly impaled her on my cock. She gasped as my huge cock filled her up completely and she moaned and squealed as I lifted her up and down with my hands on her waist. The back of her thighs made slapping sounds against mine and the room was filled with the squishy and wet noises of our lovemaking. It took me a long time to come and Priscilla bravely rode me throughout. I clasped her tightly as I pushed my face into her breasts and I seemed to cum forever inside her. She shuddered a second later and grabbed my head tightly as she gave a sharp cry of intense pleasure. We sat like that for a long time before we spent another couple of minutes kissing each other. "Okay, darling, you've got the job" I said finally. "Thank you, sir." Her smile of gratitude was worth all the sins I've ever committed. "Be here early tomorrow to start work." I fished in my pocket and pulled out a wad of money. "Buy something for your boy." She hugged me tightly and I saw that she was crying. I felt weird. "Hey" I said gently as I wiped her tears, "That's enough. Now run along." She gave me a long deep kiss before dressing up and unlocking the door. She stared at me for a couple of seconds before leaving. I knew I had gotten another faithful secretary. I sat back and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. I lit up a stick and replayed the incident in my mind as I puffed rings at the ceiling. Then I remembered Jasmine wanted me to fetch some milk. I sighed and reluctantly got up. Women. The Faithful Secretary Ch. 02 Thanks for all your comments on the first chapter. It was meant to be the beginning of a series titled 'The Sins of Solomon' but I changed my mind at the last minute and wrote a one off story. However I've been encouraged to continue so here goes... I couldn't get Priscilla out of my mind. Our moment of passion last night in the privacy of my office kept replaying in my mind like a DVD plate on loop, reliving memories of her lush, fragile, yet strong body rocking in unison to mine. I could still hear her moans, could still taste her sweat and her spit and I could still smell her juices. I could still remember the look in her eyes when I told her she had finally gotten the job, the relief and gratitude that snapped her resolve and reduced her to tears. This was a woman who was used to rejection, used to being treated like a whore and could only hold her head high whenever she was subjected to painful humiliation as she fought to keep her head and that of her child above the cruel waters of life. As she had walked into my office for an interview she knew she had no hope of passing, she knew her only chance of scaling through was if the employer wanted to have sex with her. As she sat across the desk from me she knew I was that kind of employer, the kind that would take advantage of her because of her lack of education and skills. Yes I did take advantage of her. I'm a man and we men love having sex with willing women. It doesn't make me a bad person; it's just how we were created. Sex was the price she paid for not having enough credentials and I was kind enough to give her the job despite knowing that doing so would put me at a disadvantage. I my not a good guy? It doesn't mean Priscilla is suddenly my sex slave. It just means she has a duty to perform. I know that because I committed adultery (yes, I know it is adultery and I'm not going to justify it) you would think I'm a bad husband. I am not a bad husband. I love my wife dearly and always will. The problem with wives is that they never seem to understand how precarious their situation is. A man marries a woman hoping she won't change but of course she does. She turns from this insanely, hot, sweet dream girl you've been dating to this psycho-aggressive control freak who watches your every move. My personal advice to women? Don't worry about where your hubby's at. Just worry that he comes home. If he takes you as his place of solace then he'll be back. But if he regards you with the same affection as Hell on Earth then don't hold your breath. My wife woke up this morning in a very bad mood. I was still horny from last night and I badly wanted to have sex. I was caressing her gently before she turned on me and berated me like I was a sexual deviant or something. "For fuck's sake!" she hissed, "Can't you keep your hands to yourself?" This barb really cut me deep and the deep reserves of my temper began to boil. I hate getting angry. When I get angry I become irrational and it becomes more than likely that I would say or do something I might regret later. "What's that supposed to mean?" I retorted angrily, "I'm I married to a fucking corpse or what?" I regretted the words as they tumbled out of my mouth. The shock on her face immediately made me feel guilty. "Is that what you take me for? You wanted a horny slut for a wife and instead got a stiff?" "No" I said with a sigh, "What I meant was..." "I know exactly what you meant" she said, her eyes drilling holes into me, "I thought you would understand how I respond to sex but all along you've been harboring resentment. Why don't you pick up a hooker and bring her home?" "Please don't talk like that." "Fuck you, Solomon" she rasped bitterly as her eyes filled up with tears and I felt like the biggest a-hole in the entire universe, "Get the fuck out of my bed. Get lost." So I got lost. It was my bed and my house but I still got lost. I later found myself in the office earlier than usual and still choking with rage. None of my staff had arrived and I paced my dark, empty office with a golf club in my hand. I felt like smashing something. "CUNT!" I swore to the empty office and attacked an easy chair. The hollow thumps of the club echoed round the room. Jesus, I was so mad. Two hours later my staff started to trickle in. My PA looked alarmed to see me but wisely decided not to pry when he saw the dark look on my face. Thirty minutes later Priscilla arrived. She was late and I wanted to vent my pent up fury on her. I could hear her deep, husky voice outside my door and a shiver ran up my spine. She walked in. I ignored her for a few seconds before finally raising my head to answer her greeting. I opened my mouth to eviscerate her but the words suddenly eloped. I appraised her as she stood before me unaware that I had forgotten to close my trap. Her hair was tied up into a neat bun, highlighting her perfect cheekbones and jaw line but that was not what was tripping me out. She was wearing a pale blue blouse with a short grey skirt and a matching jacket. This shouldn't sound extraordinary except for the fact that the cut of her clothes would have looked impractical on any normal lady. Her clothes looked painted on her perfect mannequin body. She looked like she belonged behind a big glass window at JC Penny. The skirt as usual was too short, exposing her smooth creamy thighs, the blouse was too tight and her perky breasts looked just about ready to punch holes through the soft, frail fabric. She was even wearing a cute pair of glasses in a vain attempt to look smarter than she was. All she managed to achieve was to look even more delectable than she normally was. Instantly all my anger evaporated into thin air. She stood before me, waiting for my command, ready to do whatever I wanted her to do. I relished my power. This is the power that all men want, to be able to control beautiful women. I flicked my finger. She immediately began to strip her clothes, teasingly and tauntingly, throwing each item to the furthest corner of the room. She finally stood there in only her underwear and she bowed her head, not in shame but in grateful submission. I was the king and she was my faithful concubine. I sat back and fed my eyes for almost a full minute, greedily drinking in every detail and every curve of that luscious body. This girl was an angel. She had come to save my soul from misery. I signaled her to come to me. She walked round my desk and stood close to me. I pointed at my lap. She meekly sat on it. She watched blankly as I ran my fingers up and down her thighs. They felt like velvet. I pulled her closer and leaned forward to kiss her bra covered breast. I felt the nipple harden at my touch and I let my lips linger. Her arm went around me and she ran her fingers through my hair. I snaked up a hand to hold the back of her head and I drew her down towards me. Our lips touched and I kissed her softly for a long time, our tongues wriggling over each other like snakes on heat. My other hand on her thighs moved up till it stopped at the V of her legs. I briefly enjoyed the feel of the lace fabric of her panties and the enormous heat that soaked through them before I deftly pulled it aside and inserted a finger. She was gloriously wet. Priscilla squeezed her eyes shut and moaned deeply. I pushed in further and lazily explored her crevices. Her hand was dragging on my hair. I pulled her in for another kiss and I took my time finger fucking her as we swapped spit. By now she was shaking uncontrollably. I pulled my finger out and she looked at me with a hurt, hungry expression. I smiled and told her to get up. She obeyed and I told her to bend over the table. She leaned over and grabbed the edges with her hands. I stood up and placed on hand on her waist, stopping to marvel at the perfect shape of her bum. Her panties were completely soaked so it all but shrank into her crack. I touched her wet pussy and she gasped and wiggled her ass in anticipation. I pulled down my zipper and yanked out my cock. I was already at full mast. I rubbed the head on the smooth skin of her buttocks and she grunted appreciatively. I used a finger to pull aside the shriveled strand of her panties and slowly let myself in. My cock went in gradually, filling her up and I heard a deep guttural groan as she gripped the table harder, her knuckles going white. I placed both hands on her waist and rocked my hips against her. She whimpered and began to wiggle her hips in return. We fucked for a long time. For some reason it was taking ages for me to come and unlike my wife Priscilla could take it. She moaned a lot but it wasn't this loud slutty kind of noise that some women made. Her moans were muffled and involuntary, like she was trying to be quiet but couldn't help it. Now that really turned me on. The rubber band holding her hair in place had flown the coop and her long hair was in disarray. I thought women looked very sexy when they were being fucked from behind and their hair was flying about. Priscilla certainly looked very sexy. Eventually she gave a short scream and trembled from head to toe. Seconds later I grunted and came forcibly. I reached forward to kiss her back. My hands played with her breasts. The phone started to ring. I let it ring for a while before I picked it up. "Yes?" "Sir?" It was my PA and he sounded worried. "Your wife's just entered the building! She's heading for your office..." FUCK. The Faithful Secretary Ch. 03 I'm sorry for taking ages to bring out this chapter. Hope you all enjoy it. This is the kind of situation you only envisioned in your worst nightmares, the kind of position you thought you could never find yourself in real life. It looked like a scene from some cheap soft porn flick except it was happening live and I was its star actor. There I was standing behind my mahogany desk, my highly desirable secretary Priscilla bent in front of me, my cock plugged firmly into her ass and reaming her with such rapturous ferocity until the phone call from my PA told me that Jasmine my wife was on the way up to my office! If I didn't believe in God before, I sure did so now. I could count the number of times Jasmine had been to my office and I had to physically drag her down here on all occasions. She never came on her own and without warning. So what was the possibility of her walking in on me at this crucial moment? Why today of all days? This wasn't mere bad luck- only a supreme being could have engineered such a dire situation. God did exist. And he was laughing. Luckily I had not acquired my wealth and power on looks and chance alone. I am proud to say I'm someone who maintains his cool even in the most fucked up of situations. Normally any other Tom, Dick and Barabbas would have freaked out, thrown his secretary out of the window and try to cook up an excuse as to why his pants are missing. As for me I react in a completely different way. Time cranks down into slow motion as my mind ratchets up into hyper speed. Immediately I had a plan and I quickly and coolly put it into effect. "Pull up your knickers and go to your desk, Darling, my wife is coming." The tone of my voice suggested that I had just noticed it was showering outside. Priscilla whirled around to face me, her eyes turning into huge saucers. I grinned. She really was fucking sexy even if she looked like a deer caught by the merciless headlights of an oncoming truck. "Yes, Sir." I have to admit she is as cool as a cucumber. She quickly smoothed down her clothes and popped into the adjoining office. Soon I heard the clacking of the computer keyboard. I imagined her behind her PC looking efficient but slutty. I would wank off on that later. I lit up a cigarette and after dragging in a couple of puffs, released them in thick, short squirts. I did this a couple of times, systematically gassing the office as precious seconds ticked away. She would be here in an instant. I didn't bother to comb my hair, or redo the knot of my tie. I didn't want to look too neat. I wanted to look disheveled as if I just had a rough morning at the office. But the most important thing was too act innocent. I was about to make the most important performance of my life and I was aiming for an Academy Award for Best Actor. "Good afternoon, Madam" Priscilla chirped from her office. No answer. My wife was definitely in the house. My door opened abruptly and Jasmine swept in like Hurricane Katrina. It took me sheer will power not to have a panic attack and fall on my knees and beg her for mercy. Instead I lounged in my leather seat and lazily eyed her through the thick clouds of nicotine. "Darling" I drawled, "To what do I owe this pleasure?" She paused to glare at me, her hands on her wide hips. I must say she looked gorgeous. She was dressed in a business suit which seemed to have difficulty containing her voluptuous curves and her haughty, angry face was a coldly attractive. I felt my erection returning and I wondered what kind of sick fuck I was. "Why are you smoking?" she asked peering at me through the fumes, "I thought you quit." "I have. I was really stressed out and needed to relax." Her eyes lingered on my face then swept my office. Looking for clues, I thought to myself. What a suspicious bitch. She raised a finger and pointed to the outside office. "What's that?" At last, I thought. "That's Priscilla my new secretary." "What happened to the other one?' "Married. Gone." "Why couldn't you have gotten a male secretary?' "Female secretaries are smarter." "That's not true." "Sounds like reversed sexism to me." "Why her?" "Because she's highly qualified" I lied smoothly. "Really?" She didn't believe me. She thought the only way Priscilla could be remotely qualified was because she looked smoking hot. She was absolutely right but I wasn't going to agree with her, was I? "Darling, I'm sure you didn't come all the way down here to appraise my staff. What's up?" She looked temporarily disconcerted and looked down at her shoes. "I wanted to apologize for what happened this morning. It was my fault." Shit, I felt bad. She rarely apologized and when she did it meant it must have been eating away at her soul for quite a while. "Let's have dinner at home" she said, without looking at me, "You know... I'll cook something special for you." "Sure. That would be great." I walked around the table and took her in my arms. She felt supple and firm. I kissed her on the lips and she responded hungrily. My hands cupped her breasts and I roughly pinched her nipples through her clothes. She grunted and tried to back away but I held her firmly and reached down to grab her crotch. "No..." she whimpered, her eyes dilating with pleasure, "You can't fuck me in your office." "And why's that?" I demanded, "Because my secretary is outside?" "No... but..." "Then shut up." I was horny, I was pissed and I had every intention of taking out my sexual frustration on my wife. The bitch should have called instead. By the time I was through with her she wouldn't be back here in a hurry. In fact by the time I was through with her she would wish that I was actually banging Priscilla to take the work load off her. I pulled apart the lapels of her suit and a button went flying and ricocheted off her framed picture on my desk. The silk blouse she wore seemed about to burst. She was lucky she had snap-on buttons as I pulled her blouse open. A lace bra barely contained her huge white melons and the thick areolas were easily visible through the flimsy material. I didn't spare her bra. I ripped it off. I was rewarded by the startled gasp that hissed from her lips, and the frightened, lustful look that flashed in her eyes. I reached behind her, grabbed her solid ass and easily carried her to the desk. I dropped her on top and pushed up her skirt. "Solomon, wait..." she said hastily but I wasn't having any of it. I reached between her muscular legs and grabbing her ridiculously small panties, ripped them off. I raised her legs up high and spread them apart. Her moist pussy offered itself to me. I didn't hesitate. With her pleas falling on deaf ears, I pulled down my pants and released my cock. I wanted to apologize to my cock for not giving him a second round. This time however I would make it up to him. I inserted my self into her wet bush and, none to gently, started to hump her. There was no time for fucking romance. She yelped as I reamed her thoroughly, my thighs slapping against her ass, her toes wiggling in the air. This was not the love making she was used to. I was the gentle, forever, lesbian inspired, foreplay type of lover but right now, I just wanted a bitch fuck. She grunted and hissed and started to say scary things: "That's it, Darling! Fuck me like a cheap whore! I'm such a fucking slut, fuck me in the ass and throw me in the trash! Spank me and chew off my nipples. Please tie me up and abuse me with that bottle of whisky!" And so on and so forth. I unplugged my prick from her vagina then bent her legs further back, right to her shoulders, so that her asshole opened up for me. I spat into it to lubricate it and when my wife realized what I was about to do she freaked out. I had never assfucked her before but there was always a first time for everything. I at least tried to make the initial penetration as gentle as possible but my thick cockhead stretched the hole to its elastic limit. My wife screamed and I wondered what Priscilla was thinking. After I managed to push it all the way in I withdrew it as gently as possible. Then back in again. Then out. Then in again. I increased the speed as the friction got less. It felt delicious. Her ass was impossibly tight and it felt like Heaven on my cock. I'm not sure how my wife was feeling but her head swung from left to right, her hair trashing about in a dirty halo. Eventually I heard her sigh and her eyes rolled up. She had passed out. I continued pumping until I came noisily then pulled my cock out from her bum hole. Cum oozed out. My office smelled sinful. I breathed in the rich mix of ass, sweat and cum and pulled up my trousers. I waited patiently till my wife came to and told her to put herself together. She was acting all demure and shy which made her all the more cute but I still got a kick out of the knowledge that she would have to go home without her bra and panties. I escorted her out and we had to pass Priscilla's desk. She looked up and smiled at us and even bade my wife goodbye even though she didn't respond. I expected Priscilla to be jealous but she seemed entirely at ease. That girl intrigued me more and more everyday. I escorted my wife to her car and after kissing her fully on the lips promised to be home on time for our special dinner. She smiled and drove off and I came back to the office. I smoked for real this time and soon my secretary knocked tentatively on my door and I told her to come in. She stood before me and seemed uncertain of what to say. I looked up at her. "Yes, Darling, what is it?" "Your wife is very beautiful" she said uncertainly. I smiled. "Thanks." I beckoned her to come to me and she obeyed. I motioned for her to sit on my lap and she parked her perfectly shaped bum on my cock. I gently took her face in my hand and gently kissed her full, red lips. My goodness, they are so soft! Our tongues slithered over each other like snakes on heat. We kissed for a long time. I just held her close and continued to nibble on her lips. Her perky breasts pressed against me and I could feel her heartbeat. I wanted us to remain like this forever. I reluctantly pulled away and stroked her cheek. "I think I love you" I said. "I think I love you too." I thought of the sex I just had with my wife, the special dinner that I had to attend and how unfair life is. What in the world was I going to do? Dammit.