Back in the late nineteen nineties, I'd worked with this older white guy by the name of David, who had started confiding in me about issues regarding ...is sexual relationship with his wife, Carol. This had started, interestingly enough, after I'd been telling him about my various weekend adventures with a number of dissatisfied married white women; who's husbands, I had explained, had a lot of money, but not much interest, or even the capacity, to satisfy their wives sexually---and, as a result,. She felt so good in his arms, he thought to himself. For a moment they were in an embrace, staring into each other’s eyes like they were going to kiss. Neither one of them seemed to be moving. ‘Well, we should probably go to the opening meeting. We don’t want to be late, do we?’ Janet said breaking the silence. Karen and Jerry stepped apart. ‘Yeah, um. That would be a good idea’, Karen said, slightly flustered. Together the four of them walked to the front of the store. During the pre-shift. She vaguely recalled being tossed over his shoulder. A moment later she found herself on her feet again, but fifty yards away from her destroyed truck. Melissa shuddered in relief as the horror subsided and she gathered her wits about her once more. She’d lost her transportation and most of her clothes. Another onslaught of thoughts jumbled together in her head at that particular instant. Normally she’d be concerned about standing next to a total stranger naked except for the tiniest pair of. That waist wasn't narrow but you could tell she wouldn't break apart the first time she was touched, either."Hi," I finally responded."Do you play bridge?" Yeah" Good. I need a partner. Wanna play?" Sure!" I replied, probably a little too eagerly.She led me around a corner where a group of bridge players frequently gathered. One table was already playing and two guys sat at another. She told me her name was Kristen but her friends called her Kris. She introduced the two guys as Macy and.