I had other things on my mind. Emma barely acknowledged my presence during the service and I was concerned… She must be having second thoughts. Aft...r the service I could see Father McLean chatting with parishioners at the church entrance so I knew I had a few minutes with Emma alone. I walked back into the church just as she was putting the last of the hymn books away. She must have heard me because she turned and smiled. My relief was overwhelming. "Gee Em, you had me worried." "Why?" "I. "I took Jack's arm in mine and scrunched up against him. I closed my eyes and felt the vibrations of the drive through his body and then I was out.I woke up a couple of hours later as Jack turned at the end of the freeway offramp. Five minutes later we were pulling into the driveway. I scooted over towards the door and Charlie passed my laptop over the seat to me."Thanks. Do you need to go over to your house for anything?" Nah. I'll be fine tonight. I would like someone to take me over there. . well, a dirtbag sleaze who deserves what he gets.I set it aside and wrote a more satisfying story of domestic lovedeceived and yet fulfilled ("Trust Me"), a kind I prefer. MeanwhileI showed this story to one of the best mean streets writers I know(Parker), and even he thought it a little gross. So like Virgil withthe Aeneid I kept it by me ten years. It didn't get less offensive. I've only now found it buried in an electronic pile of old draftsof stories in process or in need of. Jayne wasted no time getting atop Carol, covering her mouth with deep, wet kisses. Carol loved tasting herself on another woman's face, and Jayne's was wet with her juices. They kissed hard, smashing their lips together as their tongues danced as one. Jayne had her hand in Carol's crotch, fingering her pussy hard and fast. Carol opened her thighs to allow Jayne to really work her cunt over, and she was making her hot with her diddling. Now Jayne pushed Carol's pussy wide open and she dove in.