Her husband banged on the windows and was yelling for her to get out of the cab. She kept her head down as onlookers gawked at him, probably thinking ...e was a psycho. ‘Go, please!’ she begged of the cabbie. He then sped up and pulled away from the man, driving into the traffic and down the road. She slid down into the seat and the tears flowed again. When the cab stopped, she sat up and paid the man. ‘Are you alright, ma’am?’ She tried to stifle a smile for him but failed miserably, ‘Yeah, Yes. I asked her if she would like a drink and she accepted. We drank around the dance floor and then I asked if she would like to dance. She actually declided to dance, I didn’t know what to do. Instead she wanted to sit and talk alittle while, as we sat and talked we relized we were both from California and loved going to the beach. The more we spoke the more attractive she became. Her light blonde hair looked amazing, mixed with her light tan made her look so sexy. After about half an hour of. And that was it. She cried out and her body tensed. “master. It is so very lovely. I am transported into bliss. I love you. How i wish you are mine” she cried. I had to place my mouth on hers as i was now worried whether her moans and cries would be heard by baba!“come to me! Enter me. Take me and make me into a willing woman” she said, her nails scratching away my back. At that time it was pleasant and erotic. Later on, in that sivalik cold, it was burning. I released myself from her, and got. Over the years, Robin and I had remained good friends,something that did not please Beth. Maybe it wasbecause Robin was still single. She had gone on toother lovers, of course, but for one reason or anothershe had never settled down with any of them.When Robin moved back to our area last year, then, thepieces were in place for trouble. She and I would meetfor lunch at some cozy restaurant. She still lookedgreat, the way that few women past forty do. I lovedthe way she dyed her hair with blonde.