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The best bit was that tonight I didn’t feel guilty about the details, I just felt sexy this time after my dream, not upset like before.”“Why wou...d you feel guilty about just a dream?” I whispered encouragingly to her. “No one can help their dreams Jen, or need to ever feel guilty about them, whatever they are about. Anyway, what do you mean? What were you dreaming about? Last night with that Boxer dog Jack perhaps?”“Sort of, Jenny panted, “I but not about that Boxer dog last night, in my dream. "I'm so proud of you. Come here." After that, I almost didn't make it to the next competition. I didn't want to let her go, didn't want to stop making love to her. If she hadn't finally pushed me out of the bed, I wouldn't have.We went home. And that's when we hit our first rocky patch.Although she stayed over often enough, I hadn't let her move in. In the first place, it's not my house - it's Granddad's - and in the second, I didn't want to go through another 'Ryan' like scene if we broke up.. It worked out that I was at the right set of hotels. I pulled around the back of hers and parked on in a space that could best see her room. The light was on in the room she said she was in, so that was a good sign. The space was only about 15 feet from the window, so I’d have a pretty good look, even if she wasn’t going to come outside.I turned off my headlights and left the parking lights on so she knew which vehicle was mine. I sent “I’m here” in an email, set the phone on the seat, and. I sat on the balcony and made a quick call home to say good-night to the kids and hear how much snow they got that day. Just as I hung up there was light knock on the door. My anticipation got the best of me, so I flung open the door without slipping on my shoes or doing the final check of my hair and dress. He stood there, smiling and had a knowing twinkle in his eye. "Just have to grab my shoes" I said. Before I could turn, he slid one arm around my waist and the other hand went under my.
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