On the following Monday I told Nakedrunner I'd be offline until Sunday night as I had to visit my brother up the North Coast. He wished me a safe trip...Sharon wasn't coming as she doesn't get along with my brother's wife so I was looking forward to a pleasant drive by myself. I told Sharon I'd see her late Sunday night.The visit went well and I caught up with all the family gossip and news.On Friday night we were watching the news and the main story was about a significant rain event for the. He takes the aspirins, cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror. Then he notices a note hanging on the corner of the mirror written in red with little hearts on it and a kiss mark from his wife in lipstick: “Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to get groceries to make you your favorite dinner tonight. I love you, darling! Love, Jillian”.He stumbles to the kitchen and sure enough, there is hot breakfast, steaming hot coffee and the morning. And what if I win? asked Jen. Honey, you win and you can have anything you want he exclaimed confidently. Sounds good to me said Jen with a smirk. The balls were racked up and the game began. 9 ball it was. The first guy broke and potted a ball. He then missed the easy second ball. He winked at his pals as he handed Jen the cue, no doubt looking forward to watching her bend over the table in that short dress, as indeed was I. Jen took the cue and leant over the table, her dress writhing up as. We talked for a while and them she went inside to make a drink for me. The day passed away and the night came. We had dinner and them headed out to the bed. Although i wanted to sleep in her bedroom in her bed but then i thought that she would feel guilty in sleeping with another person in her bed. So i choose the other room. I had just straightened myself in the bed when i saw someone come to my room and lit up the light. She was standing in front of me with her hands on her waist. Now she was.