Then theymoved on to a piano bar. In the Weinstube his conversation had been just acontinuation of the conversation from lunch. Nice, chatty, but... bit impersonal. In the bar the topics changed, becamepersonal, more familiar. Little by little, Marianne revealedmore and more of her innermost thoughts and feelings. Maybe itwas the cocktail that loosened her tongue, but maybe Roland'smanner also tempted her to be more and more forthcoming. Rolandwas a good listener. He seldom interrupted her,. She struck me as being very vulnerable.She was obviously hesitant. After a long pause I said, "That's alright. I didn't mean to pry. If you don't want to talk about it you don't have to."She exclaimed, "Oh no! You have every right to know my background. I was just trying to decide where to start and what you might want to know."I told her, "You already have the job. You don't have to tell me squat if you don't want to. Andi hired you, not me."She ignored me and said, "I graduated from high. Get-away! Right, because it is such a privilege to drive in upstate New York in February!’ I replied, disgusted with myself as much as with Kevin. I should never have fallen for those big brown eyes when he came on-board at my firm a month ago. ‘You knew something wasn’t right, or you would have told me about him. Val, you only have yourself to blame here,’ Tricia returned, in that helpful way best friends have. ‘I don’t want to talk about it,’ probably because she was right, ‘What are you and. ” His hands fell down to her ass as he traced the crack of her buttocks with his finger, “I bet he wants to fuck you all the time doesn’t he?”The hot wife didn’t say a word as her knees buckled at his touch as her heart sank the way her body betrayed her husband. Phil walked out into the bedroom that Katie shared with Fred, “Sit down on the bed,” as he motioned to the large king sized bed in the middle of the room. The naked mother sat down on the edge and sipped her wine as her neighbor.