We were sitting almost side by side at our discrete table. Simon placed his hand on my thigh during the conversation, running the tips of his fingers ...p and down my leather clad thigh. I parted my legs slightly, but enough to let him know I approved of his actions. I could feel the delightful tingle of anticipation slithering in my pussy.“If my husband could see me now, being felt up by a hot guy!” I smiled.“You’re married?” Simon said somewhat startled.“Yes, but we have an understanding!” I. I reached for the newspaper I’d been perusing a while earlier and flipped it open to read up some headline I’d undoubtedly read five, six times already. There was little light for me to make out the words, so I opened a side drawer and took out a candle. I lit the wick with a match and placed it on a stand and found it easy to read then while Magnus, the old buzzard, shuffled about the store. The door bell chimed once more and I looked to see who it was. At first I couldn’t make out the dark. I wallowed in the feeling of love and tenderness JR had given me when we made love. He was so gentle, so loving, so wonderful, that I didn't think anything could interfere with the way I felt, but I was wrong.The entire day, I listened to the kids praise JR for beating those three bullies. It was hard for me to see him in the same light as the others seemed to. To me, JR was warm, loving, and tender, not the machine the kids made him out to be. I was at TJ's, I saw what happened. In my mind, JR. ”A few minutes of discussion resulted in my standing up and forcefully saying, “There are only two ways this can end, folks! You seem to be missing that fact. If the boss is successful then, if we’re lucky, I’m the only one who’s dead. If I’m successful, the boss is dead. Either way, some of you and or your families or friends will most likely be dead as well. While I’m thinking about it, there is something else you need to understand. This isn’t a short-term proposition. It’s likely going to.