"Well don't just stand there like a lemon," she said, without turning tolook at me."Is that who I think it is?" muttered Pansy."Afraid so."Voices, one...of them male, carried up from the hallway. They faded, thenI heard the front door close."Thank goodness for that," said Pansy, still concentrating on his eyes."We can have some music at long last. Do the honours, would you Peter?"I walked over to the record player in the corner. If it hadn't belongedto someone else I would have put my foot. I peeked into the hall to make sure no one was coming. The last thing I needed was for someone to see me snooping in his office. I slipped back towards my desk, but pulled up sharply when I spotted Angela at her desk, taking off her jacket. Shit. I hung a right and headed for the kitchen instead. Nothing wrong with a person going to get a cup of tea, right? * * * * * I was practically getting whiplash from looking up and around from my desk every time my peripheral vision caught someone moving. On our fifth anniversary, she declared that she wanted me to always call her Angel. Now that we have been married more than sixteen years, I only call her Jessica when doing official legal things like insurance papers. My hands were on her breasts. Each a little larger than could fit in my hands, her flesh bulged around my fingers. “May I suck one?” Angel leaned closer, bringing her left breast to my mouth. We always made love with her on top. She made slow gentle movements above me as was her. They ordered coffee too, and we sat there talking.“Has Candice called, or texted you yet?” Kim asked.“No, honestly, I didn't even think to give her my number.” I said.“I'll text her.” Kim offered, and plugged away at her phone.“So, we all have your number, and she doesn't. Aren't we special.” Heather laughed, and winked at me.I just smiled, and winked back.“Ok, Matt just dropped her off at the pier, and she's heading this way.” Kim told us. “I guess that he, and his goons are all heading to a.