I ordered a glass of Chardonnay, took a sip, and my heart skipped a beat. Shit, I was still wearing my wedding and engagement rings. Quickly, I justif...ed my little oversight. I wasn’t setting out to fool anyone. I’d make sure any man who hooked up with me knew what he was getting–an angry housewife. And speaking of hooking up, my presence had sparked a decided upturn of interest on the part of the male patrons. I took another sip of wine, watched the room in the mirror behind the bar, and. They'd have to dump her somewhere, but that would have to wait until after dark - they couldn't risk being spotted. But they couldn't keep driving around, either. Suppose the police stopped them for some reason? Carl knew that whenever a cop was stopped at a light, he always checked out the plates of the cars around him on the police computer. Every year more than a few criminals were arrested as a result. Because he had a record, the cops would routinely pull him over if they found themselves. She showed us several drawings she had made, and they were fantastic! Even one with Kaos ascending as a pencil sketch, wearing sunglasses, chain mail leg warmers, and a robe that almost looked like a sweater dress. I laughed when I saw it, and when Becky looked at me Mandy and Holly both giggled.“Oh, you don’t know? Pete here has kind of a fetish for sweater dresses. Of course we all wore them about five years ago, but this guy REALLY loves them. As in, wear one around him, and you can almost. He opens his mouth, and slides it halfway in, leaning forward, unspoken, asking me to suck on the other end of the lime. As my lips touch his, he shakes. I step back, spit the lime on the table. "Dance with me?" Adam turns and looks at his friends, as if asking what he should do. They are standing there motioning him to follow. I don't wait for a reply, just turn and saunter to the dance floor. Knowing he will follow. I begin dancing, swaying to the music, hips, shoulders just moving. My.