I had waited for my other manager to come in so I could go. He got to the restaurant and I told him I was going to pick up more supplies.He said, "No ...roblem," so Janet and I left.Me being only four-foot-eleven-inches tall, I had trouble getting into her truck. I was embarrassed, to say the least when she came around the truck to help me in. Once inside, we both started to laugh about my "altitude impairment". She thought it was so cute that she had to boost me up into her truck. We talked for. She wrapped the leather strap around my neck and slowly tightened it, watching my face with rapt attention. Just when I thought the fit might become uncomfortable, she buckled it closed, but her hands stayed at the back of my neck and then her lips were on mine, kissing me greedily, her tongue pushing deeply into my mouth. I moaned into hers, swarms of butterflies rising and fluttering around in my stomach. She broke the kiss far too quickly, but not before she bit into my lower lip and pulled. She swallowed the lump in her throat as she worked along side her ex-husband. Her hands shook as she cut vegetables and layered them in a bowl. When Brian’s hand reached over and covered hers, she stopped breathing for a moment. ‘What do you want Brian?’ she asked, fearful of his answer. She had never stopped loving him. Yes, she had been angry, hurt, confused and had for many months lived in a state of denial, but she had found a way to survive and cope without him. Why was he touching her?. Once we got in, she started it up. Before we went anywhere, she turned to me and we kissed passionately for a few minutes. When she broke the kiss, she stared back into my lap again as she put on her seat belt and asked “You aren't wearing a thing under that, are you?” to which I replied “not a damn thing,” which made her smile. “I could tell when we were sitting at the booth and I thought 'So, so sexy!'” she said as we pulled away.We pulled up to a red light, and her hand found my thigh. She.