It still took a long 15 minutes to drive the short distance to the hotel."This traffic isn't going to get any better for awhile, Barb, so why don't I ...uy you a drink and you can wait here until things clear up a bit." Barbara said okay, but not because of the traffic. No, it was something else entirely that got her attention. Even though she was disheveled from being outside in the rain, Marcy was still one of the most attractive women Barbara had ever seen. And, a beautiful woman was something. She never saidanything just one day stopped returning my calls. I saw her three dayslater on the back of some guy's bike holding on tightly to him. Herarms wrapped around his thick waist and her head leaning against hisbroad back. God he must have been twice my size easy. Why is it thatall the girls go out for these bad ass idiots? Hell she wasn't thefirst to leave me like that. Now that I think about it they all did.Either that or cheated on me with someone like that. A small quite shyguy like. "Oh noo I don't require a pea size male lad, I like to ride and you won't be able to take my weight." I said laughing back. "It seems more like you won't be able to take my length in mistress."The word almost flooded a wave of encounters in my head."We will see someday brat!" I don't fuck work related syndrome you should convince someone else mam." I heard my ego fell to pieces but the pieces got attracted as well. We talked more while held myself to sleep after then. It was a great night. I enjoyed ironing. What with two small children and my hectic job in a London Hospital it was a calming, relaxing activity which I viewed as a relief rather than a chore. Let my husband spend his evening marking essays and theses if that was what he needed. I was having a night off from stress.Of course, being with Chris was another way I could relax but that had been last night – if you could call the antics we had got up to ‘relaxation’. The low-cut, sleeveless top I was wearing to iron had.