"Del!" she exclaimed.Merry was more practical, "Y'all ain't goin' to tell Sam, are you?" Sam was her husband.Then Del got pissed. After all, she had l...ft him six months ago. He was the one who got left behind. He looked down at Merry. "Keep sucking," he told her. She did because she did not know what else to do right then."What do you want, Marge?" he asked. "How did you open the front door?"She was bent forward just a little. Tears filled her eyes. "Del, I thought you and me, well I. I lean down to give her a hug and hand her the roses. I feel like I already know her and she looks so hot in her bikini, I want to jump on top of her and stick my tongue down her throat, but I better not. As we sit there and chit chat, my eyes keep drifting down to her ample breasts and I'm suddenly glad that I'm not wearing some loose swimming trunks. After talking for a while, she says she is hungry and wants to go get something to eat. I agree and now that my nervousness has eased I feel. As I approach her desk the movement of my body attracts her attention and her head slowly lifts, her perfect round eyes coming to rest on mine. We hold each other's gaze for a second, secretly acknowledging our connection, our inner passion. And then we quickly turn away.No one must know! The office is a hotbed of gossip. If anyone suspects for a moment that she and I wish to be together, that between us we share a secret unending white-hot passion, the news would instantly get back to the. And she wrote down her street address and phone number on the pad then she tore the piece of paper off of it.And she handed it to Robert and then she put her writing supplies away in her blue purse. The young handsome well-mannered LAPD Detective looked at the piece of paper folded it up and placed it in his wallet. “I will see you on Friday night.” Then he got into his vehicle, drove straight home and enjoyed the rest of his Sunday.When Friday night finally arrived Mr. Robert Sipowicz drove.