REINER
Somehow, I doubted that starting the second half of my marriage with a lie was the best thing to do.
It had been a week since the day - or rather, the night - Becks and I had gotten back together: thus, it had been a week since the night she, to my utmost delight, had asked me to wait for s*x.
Now, I understood her reasoning perfectly well - and shared it, too, however ... f**k, I wanted her so badly. By now I was spending almost all of my free time with a single, hammering thought in my head and a painful erection, which well testified to my desperate case of blue balls.
It didn't help that my mate was tremendously cuddly in bed: as long as we had been mates, she had always slept snuggled beside me, and sometimes ended up with one leg straddling my hips. It was a position I ado
