The end of the night she needed a ride i told her i could take her, she told me she didnt want to go home yet she wanted to hang out, it was getting l...te i told her if she wants we can hang at my house for a little i have stuff to drink and we can talk. she was all in for that.we get to my place we talked and drank enjoying each others comapny it was nicenow i was not thinking about sex with her untill i asked about her husband. her husband all he wants to do is go fishing, watch tv,drink. Last Thursday she was the prim, prudish preacher's wife who probably was not on any man's "to fuck" list, except her husband Bob. But now she was my fuck whore, and her dumb ass husband has no idea that his wife likes to fuck with wild abandon.I told Sara "Carolyn and I fucked like wild dogs yesterday while picking berries on the rail right of way. I just don't know if I can get a hard-on tonight. I will try, and will let you know if the Viagara works. If it does, Bob will have my cock in. She turned on her iPod and punched up Queensryche's Operation: Mindcrime as she walked to the Metro. Nothing like drugs, prostitutes and political assassinations to take her mind off her problems. When she got home, she tried to put it out of her head. She went into the apartment and found a note from Lara that said she was at her mom's place and would be spending the night at Trout's.Ryan shook her head. "I bet she did that just so I can't vent about my mom." Well, she couldn't blame Lara.. Other drivers, with more experience than I, were traveling at greater speeds. I traveled mostly in the right lane. The speed limit, as I had learned, meant 'minimum speed' on most highways. Thus, I was passed by almost all other traffic. I did not have my usual advantage of being able to sense well ahead of the H2, and I felt partially blinded.For a fleeting moment, I wondered why Zeus or Artemis was not driving. I then considered that sleepiness, inattention, boredom, and so on, would hamper.