But you can't find your voice. Something primal in the depths of your being doesn't want to move or speak, something strong and insistent, caged and y...arning for the light pushes its way up through your stomach like a white fire. You stand unmoving, trembling, half afraid.You watch helplessly as his hands reach for you. They are strong, rough hands... a workingman's hands, but strangely graceful in their movements. Slowly, one button at a time, he unbuttons your robe. You feel on the edge of. "Does your husband know you fuck my mom?"Leslie's expression turned to one of guilt. She hung her head and muttered a quiet, "No." Cynthia!" Julia exclaimed, shocked that her daughter could be so crude."Mother, I just caught you in bed with two other women. I think that justifies my manners."Leslie stood and grabbed tissues from the nightstand offering them to Cynthia. She took the box, nearly ripping Leslie's hand off with it. She blew her nose depositing the spent tissue on the floor.Julia. "No," Jamie shook her head. "I'm not in the mood for dancing right now."She looked around."Okay," Marc said."Too many people," Jamie smiled and took his hand. "Let's sit."She pulled him with her towards an empty table in a shadowed corner of the room."Let's talk," she added and sunk down on the sofa."Okay," Marc sat beside her. "About what?" Those two?" Jamie nodded towards Alyssa and Scott."What about them?" Marc asked and placed his arm on the backrest behind Jamie's neck. He touched one of. “Tease,” he said chuckling.In the parking lot I gave him a hug before we said our goodbyes. After we separated he walked to his 2009 Honda Accord and I pulled out my phone to call an Uber. Just as I was about to request a car he turned around and asked, “Do you need a ride?”“I’m about to call an Uber,” I said as I noticed the nearest driver was ten minutes away.“Why pay for a ride when you can get one for free?” he asked.I couldn’t argue with his logic so I climbed into his car for the short.