This was getting too freaky. I walked around her, toward my door, and she followed me into my apartment.I dropped the plastic GameGo bag containing th... game on my coffee table and said, "My name is Gary. What's yours? Would you like something to eat or drink? Sit and talk? Watch a movie, maybe?"She grabbed my wrist and slapped the packets of rubbers into my hand, then stared up at me with a blank expression. So, okay, I can take a hint after it's been pounded into me by a 20-ton steam hammer.I. Just by looking at him, you could tell he put a lot of time and energy into his appearance. He had more watches than I had earrings. He was 24 years old, drove a Lexus, and if not for our physical connection, I probably never would have given him a second thought because he was so full of himself.Still, there was just something about him. My body couldn't say "no" to him. His touch was electric. The looks he gave me made me want to peel my clothes off on the spot.So we became fuck-buddies. He. I lit some candles and put an apron on over my shirtless chest and bare legs, but with my backside fully exposed. I was ready to play housewife.When Joe got home I could tell he was still upset, but his expression changed when he saw the candles and the sight of me in the kitchen in only the apron and panties. Before Joe could say a word, I told how sorry I was and that I had a special night planned. Joe smiled and kissed me close. "You're looking fine baby," he told me.I instructed Joe to go. Gwen was having more fun than she thought she would. She turned around in surprise as someone else asked her to dance. She was on the floor before she realized it and moving to the music. When the music ended the Italian was behind her. He touched her lightly on the small of her back and she turned. He was smiling down at her. ?Would you care to dance?? She nodded. ?My name is Dominique, by the way. Dom.??I’m Gwen.??You are a very beautiful woman Gwen. You aren’t Italian are you??She.