“What are you reading, Becky?” he asked. She rolled her eyes. “Wow Becky, that green makes jacket makes your boobs look—I mean ... it makes yo...r freckles look really pretty.”Becky was getting ready to put him in his place when she saw Miss Nakamura out of the corner of her eye. “Excuse me losers,” she said.I smacked Tony, and he ran off, but I followed Becky, staying a few yards behind. She sauntered up to Miss Nakamura, and I watched them from behind another row of shelves. “Your eye shadow is. The accent was 'epper clars'; the sort of pronunciation the Queen uses. She was exquisite (the blonde, not the Queen), there was no other word for her. She was as tall as I was, though she was wearing heels. She was slim, perfectly proportioned, and wearing impeccable make up, a designer casual form-fitting sweater and tight jeans. Her hair shone, her face was very pretty – not delicate, but strong and symmetrical. Her perfume was understated but enticing.All my male biology wanted to stand. " No need to. We'll find some place for you to sleep."Walking around the car to hold the door for me, Steve took me in his arms. The kiss was no more sensual than ones we had shared previously, actually even more relaxed, since we both knew that his hands would thereafter not be limited to my breasts.Once we were inside his home, I sat on the couch while Steve poured us a little white wine and sat next to me. Shoes off but otherwise fully dressed, our eyes shone at one another as we clinked. I was also very pissed off at my wife because for the last three months or so she has been on my ass for many minor or sometimes nonexistent faults and slights. She has used sex as a weapon in the past, and I was going to use this opportunity to deliver an ultimatum. Get help or I was gone.Driving was very difficult until I got out of the storm area. Once clear of the storm, I started making good time. I pulled into our driveway and decided to not open the garage to put my car in it as I wasn’t.