And if you promise not to tell Jordan...” she leaned very close to him again, “I’ll be happy to give you a hand.”Wes’ jaw dropped.“You’d...do that?”“Sure. Whatever you need to get me what I need.” She giggled.Wes looked around the hallway, now clearing out as class was about to start.“Meet you at lunchtime. Under the bleachers,” he said.She was waiting for him right where they’d agreed.“Thanks for doing this for me,” Natalie said, as Wes stepped over the metal girders until he was out of view of. We agreed to go out to dinner and see a movie together, the standard date for people our age. We planned on me picking her up around 7, when her dad was sure to be gone. I turned to look at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it was almost 10 in the morning. That meant that I had almost nine hours to kill until I could see my gorgeous and loving crimson-haired angel. I got up and did random stuff around the house, deciding not to text her today, so that our meeting tonight would be even. Bill's heart skipped a beat as he felt her hand and lips brush the shaft of his throbbing erection. His eyes widened and he let out a gasp. That surprised Clare and she squeezed the material in her hand asking if he was ok. Again he could feel her actions on the material through the suit. His penis being squeezed remotely. He was having trouble containing himself and felt he might explode before the main event. He tried to answer but could only smile and shake his head.Finally his daughter rose. OK, I could live with that. She could keep the kids and I would pay child support.These were the thoughts that occupied my mind as I drove home to meet my wife. I was not sure I could go through with this evening but I had to try. I couldn't confront her until I had proof. In the back of my mind was this tiny voice that kept denying all of the information that I had so far. It kept insisting that something was wrong. I ignored it. Facts were facts. And soon, I would have all the facts I.