But with a smile, you make me wait. As you start up the stairs to the apartment, I risk it. I caress your butt while you step, making sure you feel it...and you shyly laugh it off. Once in the house, I sit across from you playing it cool. We chat about life, for a bit as the tension builds between us. After a mere moments, I can't stand it. I come to you, stand you up, and strongly kiss you. Tongues dancing while grinding my hips into yours, nearly having sex through our clothes. The passion. The booming sounds of a nearby night club could be heard.I stood not far from an alley that led to the rear of some restaurants. There were trash cans, dumpsters and wild rodents, near where I stood. I lit up a cigarette and just watched, as people were leaving for taxis or their cars.I while I puffed on my smoke, that most of the restaurants was either closing or closed, for the night.As I was taking the last few puff of cigarette, a man noticed my image from a distance. He now was strolling. Instead, she seemed to be considering her options. It was obvious that she knew that would totally complete his graduation requirement."Why not," she finally said, bringing a smile to Keith's face. "To be frankly honest, it's not as if your work here has been much of an asset."Keith couldn't help but agree with her, not taking any offense at her assessment at all."But there is one condition," she added, grabbing his full attention. "You have to make totally sure, above all else, that Mrs.. ”My phone beeped, I looked at it, a text from Robert. I opened it and said out loud, “He’s home, my husband.” I texted him back, ‘Having a great day, thank you so much, love you.”“You want to send him a picture, show him how beautiful his wife is?”I thought for a minute. After last night… and what he said this morning. He would like it. “Would you?” I asked Alan, handing him my phone.“How about we ask someone to take it of both of us together,” he suggested. So when the waiter came back to take.