Her heart was beating 90 miles an hour. Still no text. Bastard. By the time she walked past the gate, she was angry. I’m going to get a ticket on th... next flight back home. Fuck this. Part of her noticed a man in a gray suit waiting for the next flight. Something about him seemed familiar. Still angry, she brushed that aside, her eyes down, intense. She had to step around a woman with a young, crying child, then a couple hugging. That really annoyed her. She turned, deciding to find a. Is she stupid? Of course I knew that. I did it to help her. That shirt was so tight against her chest that it would have ripped without my help. “Well, sir, I have nothing else to wear.” I sigh as I take my blazer off and throw it to her. You’d think that after months of fucking, she’d know by now to bring an extra set of clothes. Tight pussy, loose marbles. As she was leaving my office, she reminds me that it’s my twentieth anniversary with my wife, and that if I don’t leave now, I’ll be late. We went to the kitchen and I warmed up the remaining hot chocolate. I poured us two new mugs, and we went back out to my porch.“I think the stone-ground, whole wheat flour may be part of the problem with your cookies, Mr. Doyle. It just messes up the taste and the texture. They keep telling us it’s healthy, but I’m not a buyer at any price.” Mary said.“How did you know what kind of flour I used?” I asked.“The package is out, I have good eyes, and I know how to read!” Mary said, merrily.I buried. She took me to her son’s room and showed me his pics, and we were chating abt her son. At one stage she began to cry, i just tried to console her by telling that u can treat me as ur son. she got very happy by hearing this. She just hugged me and asked me to call her as maa. As i called her by maa she hugged me very tightly and said ‘bholo beta’ (say son). I was very embarced by that tight hugg bcoz all of her family members are in home. I gently tried to get free from her hugg, she tightend.