You should look at me and want to kiss me. To stroke my hair back and let me kneel before you. I wanted to be ready to serve you, caress your body, to...ch it and give myself to you. But you just sent me this link and said that I no longer have to decide how to dress for you.When I was later at home, I lay awake in bed for a long time. You couldn't have been serious, could you? You don't really expect me to spend so much money on something I don't like myself. I stared at the picture again.. That drew a chuckle from the crowd.“Where you sitting?” Ernie replied.Wendy took a look. “Corner table by the window.”“Frank!” Ernie called.Frank stuck his head out between the batwing doors.Ernie hollered, “Four Wendy meals.”He got a nod and went back to washing glasses and mugs.For Wendy, the Antler was old home week. She was known ... or so the town thought.For David, everyone knew this David was not the same David who summered here. It was only when he was introduced to people and he was. And our baby's."He flung my birth control pills down on the counter, the scooped me up in his arms.I let out a rapturous laugh as he carried me back to our bedroom. I nuzzled up against his neck."I stopped taking them last week," I whispered. He promptly tossed me down on the bed. A shiver ran through my body at the look he gave me.Kevin pounced on top of me and tore at my clothes. I eagerly gave in to the primal force that was my husband.The two of us fucked like rabbits for the next three. ‘You taste fucking amazing.’ He’s gone before I can say anything, not that I have anything to say. I want to curse him, scold him, pin him against the wall and fuck him senseless, but I can barely move, let alone speak. If my voice weren’t caught in my throat I’d be screaming: ‘Fuck you, Alex! Fuck you and fuck your fucking sexy smile!’ But for now, I have brushes to clean, a studio to tidy and a full barrel of wine to buy…or at least a couple of bottles. The barrel I’m likely to save just for.