See you Saturday.’ I said, and then hung up. Shit! What the hell did that mean? What did she have to explain? ********************************** My ...uestions were answered at the Bridge Club. Christina arrived late, as she often did. With Markus. And they were holding hands. I was very proud of myself, for how I acted that evening. I smiled, and greeted them warmly. I shook Markus’ hand (once he had let go of Christina’s), and I kissed her on the cheek. I acted like nothing was wrong. Abigail. I just started biting on her lips. She gave out moans. Those sensual sounds aroused me even more. I kept my hands on her shirt collar and ripped it apart. I didn’t waste time to unbutton her shirt. I just ripped it.She was not wearing a bra. She said that she knew I would be doing this anytime. I sucked on those big juicy breasts for some time. Then I moved back to her lips and started chewing on them all the while kneading her boobs. She then rolled me over and got on top of me and kissed me. George was still OK with his business and golf buddies though.He was an independent financial advisor dealing largely with fellow Country Club members. That’s where he was now and Margo didn’t expect him back home before ten this evening.As for Elaine, she was coming along just fine and was at the Valentine Hop with Gerald. Elaine would marry into a respected family with ‘the Goodfellows’.Margo rose out of the bath and stepped onto the bath-rug.After mopping herself with a fluffy towel she. ”“I know what I have in mind, already – but you won’t like it, weeding. So you better be on your best game!” I called across the net. “What are you scheming?”His grin widened. “Ohh . . . I’ll think of something that you’ll like doing.” I could guess that it had to do with beds and bods. I determined that I wasn’t going to let him have his way and keep love strictly a tennis term. But I think I was hustled, or he was very motivated to win the prize. I lost. But he wouldn’t tell me what.