I have been searching hourly, for updates on your flights, waiting to see when you will be in the air, on your way back safely to me. I am trying hard...to mollify the panic that is seizing me, so I am going to tell you about the plans for when you come back to me. Many years ago when we were in the Caribbean together, you must remember that private house on the beach when we were bird watching, and spying, with our binoculars. Of course, leave it to you to spot that nude girl on the beach. I. Not two minutes later, my phone rang. “Jack Wayne’s office.” “Is this Mr. Wayne?” a soft feminine voice asked. “Yes it is.” “Hi, I’m Candy. I’m so glad you called. I was on the edge of my seat waiting!” “Do we know each other, Ms. Maxwell?” “No, but we have a mutual acquaintance.” “And who would that be, Candy?” “I’m not comfortable talking about it over the phone. Why don’t you come over to my place so we can meet in. I can feel it”“But…”“I want it”“You want it?”“I want it I promise, so much.”“You’re sure?”“So sure. Let it come, share it with me”She sighs and accepts, trusts me, indulges my fantasy, moans and moves her arse around on my finger.Finger out, tongue in. Can I? Can I?Finger in again, it’s nearer now, much nearer. I push into the softness this time, move my finger around and gently pull out again. Soft and sticky on my finger, it also leaves its mark on her hole, her slightly gaping hole.The. If not, well, I don't know what some of this lot are capable of.” The ringing of her phone interrupted him. She struggled to find it and when she did finally get it out of her bag she dropped her keys on the floor with a clatter, and the whole of the pub turned to look at her. “Husband trouble?” The barman commented nodding towards the ringing phone in Veronica's hand. Veronica looked at his rugged features and nodded she tried desperately to stop blubbing again, she tried to retrieve her keys.