She broke and laughed also. They hastily finished their meal and left. Michael left a very generous tip for the staff.After they were in the car, goin... to their next destination, she looked at him and in a very serious voice said, “As you know, and I have told you, you have changed me. For the better in my opinion. You have opened up new worlds to me and it is up to me to take advantage, or not, of what I now know and feel.”“I have not asked you many questions and I do not believe I have. I joined the crowd in the center and started dancing myself. Some guys started moving towards me and tried to dance along. They are awkward dancers. And there’s no masculinity at all in them. That’s when my eyes stuck on this man right opposite to where I sat before. He was a macho man, defined. Looks Indian… Broad shoulders, stubble, casual denims, gulping down scotch on the rocks… He is the one then. Shamelessly, I headed out to his table, stood sexily and introduced myself. I can see a spark. I confess that I found him quite appealing; he was well-built, with dark skin, strong hands, brown curly hair that he wore long, and a well-trimmed beard. He had a ready smile and an active mind, and had often accompanied us to a local bar after our plays were over. But as far as I knew, his interest in me was strictly Platonic. To be sure, I'd seen his eyes stray to my cleavage and widen when I would lean forward to expose some tit during those times when we shared a drink at a bar, but all. Sure, her husband told her she was beautiful, but she just didn't feel it. Until HE came along.That evening she went home, her husband called and said he was working late... again. She decided to pamper herself. After a light dinner she ran a bubble bath, lit some candles and undressed. When the water was steaming hot just like she liked it, she eased herself into the tub. It felt good to melt away the tension of the work day, but he mind wandered back to HIM. Scott. What was it about him? That.