As the kiss progressed, Mark slowly ran his hands down her waist, then he grabbed a handful of her ass with each hand, and lifted her from the ground....He was about to shove his pulsing cock straight into her pussy and fuck her into oblivion, when she interrupted him. "Not so fast, there, I want you to really work for your freedom. Set me down," she instructed, and Mark obliged, somewhat deterred. She walked towards the bed, wagging her ass at him as she walked, teasing him. She crawled on to. ." I laughed. "This really isn't a song to dance too," I poked back at her."Come on, Don't make me beg you. Just get up and dance," she pleaded, "There's no one in here but us, and the bartender."I didn't want her to beg, nor did I want to upset her, so I compromised. "How about this, Play a slow song, and I promise I'll dance with you." Promise;" Cross my heart!"Before she turned to head back to the box, she raised her glass and toasted to the air, and slammed the second double-shot back like. "Call me, Arthur, please." Arthur, then, damn it." Thank you." Well?" Well, what, Mrs. Pullik?" I started us moving forward again.She moved forward with us. "Answer my damn question." I require clarification, Mrs. Pullik."Why are you riling this nosy bitch? thought Ursus.I hate her guts."Don't you get smart with me. I'll tell your mother." My mother, normally full of good sense, actually liked the woman."I'm sorry, Mrs. Pullik. What is it you wanted?" I shouted this last back over my. He and Trish sat on opposite ends of the table, while Veronica sat between them. Conversation was limited to Harry’s office and the work he and Veronica did together, with no mention of the affair through the entire main course. Harry had tried to steer conversation away to safer topics, complimenting his wife’s cooking and bringing up the odd reference to something that he and Veronica needed to see to back at work, and he noticed that Trish stared at them very intently, with a certain warm.