And then while I was still in her hands, within the wrap of clothing, I came yet again. tube8 “I’m Hank”, I told her, “Hank McElliott”, expecting similar identification from her, and hoping for some kind of small talk that would break up the iceberg that my ship was steaming toward. . “My name is ‘Amber’. I vacillated, waited, hoped for inspiration or guidance, but none came. I leaned down to kiss her, to put my arms around her, but she pulled back, looked around the tree, and said, “We can’t kiss here, or look like we’re sexing, because your wife is here, and so are my parents.” Despite the obvious facts of biology, and of life, it honestly hadn’t occurred to me that she had parents, much less that they might be present.
