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surprised by his reaction. “That’s what happens when you go into a field like that. You make no money and they never have enough funds.” Explaining to him that teaching is not about the money, but a passion to educate minds, is futile.
    At the end of dinner I finally get the nerve to ask him about moving home. I shouldn’t have been shocked by his answer, but for some reason, I was. He and Megan look at each other, and she actually winces in front of me. Bitch ! She whispered something in his ear and put her hands under the table. He jumps slightly and chuckles. Ah gross, I so did not need to witness that. “Munchkin, I’m sorry, but Megan and I need time to be newlyweds. You living at home would not work out.” And then he did what most divorced parents do—he deflected to the other parent. “Go ask your mother.”
    Taking a deep breath I move forward to the end of the evening—and Ben.
    I recall our conversation. Imagining him ignites shivers through my entire body. It feels strange yet exciting. Smiling, I think about how he abruptly hung up. He mumbled something that sounded like ‘ I’m fine and we won and scored a try. ’ It came out as one elongated word. He seemed pretty rushed to get off the phone.
    Taking a moment, I concentrate on his voice again. The tingles that have been festering from earlier tonight come back with a vengeance.
    I close my eyes and hear his sexy voice. I imagine his perfect body and face. My senses are heightened as I visualize his thick, dark brown hair, smoky gray eyes, and suck-able lips. I picture him in his rugby uniform, all sweaty and dirty from playing. That’s all I need. I give into the visual pleasure and let it take me higher.
    The familiar ache begins in my belly and starts its descent downward. Slowly my fingers tickle my breasts and move to my belly. I repeat this sensual tracing several times.
    Reaching for my side table, I pull out my “BOB – battery operated boyfriend” vibrator and turn it on. The familiar hum reminds me of what’s to come. Starting at my nipples, I gently rub it over one, while I pull and tug on the other. My legs naturally come together, applying pressure to my clit.
    The butterflies increase, and my breath turns into a pant. Slowly, I brush my fingers across my belly and back up to my breast creating a torturous yet sensual pattern. The sensation feels incredible. Slipping my fingers in my mouth first, I move lower and gently circle them around my swollen nub. Slow at first, then increasing in speed. Slipping one finger inside, then two, I begin to pump in and out.
    Ben’s image takes me to the edge. Placing my vibrator against my clit, I turn my head into my pillow to quiet my moans. Within moments I explode, screaming his name. Wave after wave of tortured pleasure washes over me. It’s effortless. Gradually, my body comes down. Smiling, I still only think of that one person. Ben . My body is sated and relaxed; sleep comes without difficulty.
     

     
    The sound of my phone ringing startles me awake. I glance at the clock and notice it’s only 8:30. Checking the caller ID, I answer as cheerfully as possible. “Hello, Mother. How are you this morning?” I try to stifle my yawn, so she won’t know I just woke up.
    “Oh darling, you sound dreadful. Did you just wake up? You know that we have reservations at the Four Seasons for brunch at ten o’clock?” I pull the phone away from my ear, but unfortunately, I can still hear her. “I’m glad I called then. I had a feeling you would not be up. You need to get ready.”
    “Yes, I know, Mother. I won’t be late. I’m about to get in the shower.” I can hear her place her morning teacup on the saucer.
    “Yes, well you better get moving. You know I hate to be late.” Running my fingers through my hair and rubbing the sleepies out of my eyes, I tell her good-bye and head for the shower.
     
    Standing under the spray, I pray the hot water will reduce the tension headache forming