C. Roi Chapter three Fran’s neighbors, Greg and Abby Atkinson, were enjoying a rare quiet evening at home. For once, despite their hectic schedules,...they managed to have a night off together and were determined to enjoy it. Greg was reading and Abby was knitting. The TV was off and soft sounds of classic country music came from the stereo. Greg was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans and Abby had on a pair of ivory cotton flannel boxer pajamas that had a pattern consisting of pictures of antique. “Not a clue. She took off straight after school without even saying bye. We normally go out on a Friday, but with the meal last night and her party tomorrow, I don’t know if we are tonight or not. I’m kind of pissed off about it actually.”“Yes, well, she’s at Will’s office.”“Will? As in—”“Of course. Who else would I mean? She’s gone over there demanding to sign all the paperwork for her inheritance. She called me right after signing the Liddington-Phipps documents to confirm that she didn’t. "Her eyes looked down at his lap and blinked a few times. Dan smirked. She was staring at his hard-on. She looked into his eyes."Show it to me? Please?" she said."Show you what?"Her eyes looked down at his lap again. Her small hand touched his knee."That," she said. Her fingers moved up his thigh and touched the ridge of his erection.Dan's head spun. This was too good to be true. He gritted his teeth and his hands clenched into fists. If only his wife wasn't just upstairs.He shoved his pants. Who’s your friend?”“Sorry…this is my friend, Beth Walters. She’s a new art teacher.”“She looks like a real good friend from here.” I refused to release her hand in spite of his jibes. “Rebel Rouser tonight?”I pointed to the sign that hung against the back wall. Beth read the ingredients and nodded. “Two, Sal and can we have some fountain Cokes with ice?”“Geez! You always come in here and ask for Coke. You know damn well that we have Pepsi. Why you always got to bust my balls?” I just.