We drove less than twenty minutes to the motel. There were three buildings. One was behind the other two with the doors facing toward the back along a...darkened parking lot. We got out of the car and went to the last door at the end of the building. He knocked on the door. Someone opened it slightly, looking out, “Hey Allen, you brought a guest. Come on in.” The door opened completely. I cautiously stepped in to the dimly lit room. There were two large beds, a couch, and a table with four. He didn't say anything but she followed him, as they picked up the pace and wove back towards the back of the building, Stacey marvelling at his rear view. A few paces ahead of her, Ryder's broad back sent her mind racing, he was tall, with great legs and a tight arse. They rounded a corner and he stopped abruptly, tearing her from her musings. “Did you want a sandwich?” “Are you serious?” Stacey closed the distance between them and felt her heart accelerate. “I want to know what you want,”. But she was not next to me and was back to her daily chores, cleaning, cooking, what all and what not. Turning to the clock on the wall I checked the time and it was 8 in the morning. The milkman would have delivered milk and the paperwala should have dropped the newspaper by now. I had to go find her, admire her cute face and listen to her giggles and laughter, but the thing that always pissed me was that she used to keep all her doors and windows open and a passer by, the neighbors could peep. "I have found no man that could replace Barry. I miss him, not only his presence but his intimacy, he made me feel a wanted woman and he could take me sexually off the planet".That comment made him smile for he knew it was correct. One afternoon he had been asked to deliver a parcel that her husband had forgotten when he left the club. He had taken it around the back, as there was no answer to his knock at the front. He put the parcel on a table that was undercover and as he turned there was a.