‘I know that it will be amazing,’ she said in a sweet, caring voice. ‘I have to get going, Handsome.’ ‘OK, be careful wherever you are going...tonight,’ I told her. ‘I certainly will, Michael. I’ll see you in two days!’ ‘Alright, have a nice night,’ I said, still craving her touch. ‘Same to you Handsome. And Michael, enjoy your cold shower,’ she said, giggling as she hung up the receiver. Friday evening couldn’t have arrived quick enough, but alass, the long days had passed and I found myself. His reply could not mention that he'd fallen inlove, nor that he'd acquired a tattoo. If he'd dropped it in the house,then Maria would know who he was, and how to contact him. He fantasisedthat she would.Two days later, HMS Fuschia, a Flower-class corvette, steamed under herown power to the jetty where she was to load ammunition. As the sun wentdown, she steamed out of the harbour, past the Still and West pub, pastthe home of W. L. Wylie the naval artist responsible for saving HMSVictory, who. I just couldn’t understand why she needed to cheat on me.I returned to the house, but parked down the street at 5 pm. Just as I suspected, both men exited the house a few minutes later, got into the car in the driveway and drove off. Again, I snuck into the house and could hear the shower running. I went to the master bedroom and observed the cum soaked sheets on the bed, Joan’s clothes on the floor while Joan was in the shower to hide the evidence of cum and the smell of sex from her body. . She smiled again and told me what if she were to tell her hubby or my folks, I almost jumped when she said that and started stammering something, she laughed and looked at me her eyes seemed to roaming all over me. She told me if I wanted her to keep things between Asiya and me a secret I had to do something for her, I gave her a quizzical look, she asked me to get up and stand, I stood up she asked me to take my jeans off, I kept looking at her, she again told me to take my jeans off. I undid.