By the third mile we are both very sweaty. Sandy's top is almost transparent, her nipples clearly visible. We have come out of the grove of trees and ...re now in the middle of the tall grass meadow. There is still a mile and a half to go.Suddenly, Sandy reaches out and takes my hand. Smiling, she leads me into the tall grass about twenty-five yards from the path. Stopping, Sandy pulls her shirt off and then her shorts. I begin removing my shirt and she is on her knees, yanking down my shorts and. She walks into the bedroom expecting to see the laundry basket that she asked her husband to bring up and silently curses him when she sees he forgot.Karen walks downstairs into the living room, sorts through the laundry basket and pulls on a black thong. She removes her robe and was searching for a matching bra when she hears a noise on the front porch. Looking out the window and she sees the water delivery guy looking at her nearly naked.Karen hurries to cover yourself, with her robe.. In a story like this the door should have creaked, but it moved smoothly and quietly on its hinges. We walked down past old glass cases full of odd items for sale. There were small smoking items, some snuff and cigars. The walls were packed with odd items. There was a skeleton of a chicken, attached with wires and hanging from the ceiling. There were strands of large glass beads, much too large for a necklace looping from shelves near the ceiling. The place was lit up, but the light was. "Oh God. The bastard's nailed, I thought. I almost chuckled, but her miserable face stopped me."She wanted Phil to pay her off. A million dollars. He seems to have told her to shove it. So she sent me the pics."I leant back in my chair, watching her, feeling genuinely sorry for her. I sipped my latte."As I said, Mary. I am so sorry. But why tell me? How could I possibly help more than just offer a shoulder?" I had to tell someone," she said, on the brink of tears. "I like you very much, Eric. I.