I love that it hurts.You take my hand as we talk for a little while longer. While I’m trying to stay focused, all I can think about is going somewhe...e to get very sexual with you, and you with me. Right then, you notice that my watch is still on my ‘home’ time. You’re very unhappy with me. I can see it in your eyes and in your posture that you’re frustrated with me to let something so important be so wrong. You tell me we must leave immediately.We start walking to your apartment…you’re one step. I am attracted to the older man. Today was the day we were going to meet up. All the teasing and games we had both played would finally come to a head. I put on my stockings short skirt and sexy underwear as well as a skimpy see thru blouse feeling excited. He arrived bang on time for me and I climbed into his car. I was delighted that he was exactly how I had expected and a gentleman. We talked for a while and went into his house where he made me a cup of tea. Being married and not one to. He smiles, 'you are welcome to, but you didn't seem to be alone a few moments ago,' he says good-naturedly, his gaze pointedly looking over at my annoyingly smug looking lover sitting at the bar. I smile placing my glass on the table and sitting down next to him on the window seat, crossing my legs ensuring the dress fall way leaving a good amount of thigh revealed.'Ahh, you mean Adrian? Well, he is an option for company yes, but... well... then I noticed you seemed to be here alone and more. "I called on the pretext that I would be in town and perhaps we could catch up," Wolfgang explained. "He sounded pleased, a little curious as we hadn't spoken since my dismissal, but there was nothing out of the ordinary." So you were okay?" I asked him."It seemed so," he said. "The next day I used the library, the computer there, to check newspapers. It had been two weeks, but there was nothing about a dead Russian in Hamburg. The death of Dubert was a mystery. The police blamed it on.