I stood up from the chair. “Where are you going?” she asked me immediately, wanting to fish my answer. “Dress up. We’re going to school.” ... headed for the door, to the hanger, to get my sweater. The sound of the rain pounding heavily outside the door daunted me, though. Christina stood up abruptly from the table. “Are you seriously serious?! It’s raining like hell. I’m not going to school in this weather.” I took a glance at her ass, and the way she walked to me; surely, a ‘School Queen’. Over to my left, though, is a younger good looking guy holding a can of gas talking on one of those cheap flip phones. He has on a tank top that shows off some nice muscles and it looks like he is staring at me. That’s flattering for a woman like me, so I just pretend to still be asleep, but kind of reposition myself and turn over onto my stomach with my head to the side so I can keep an eye on him. One of the earbuds slipped a little and I could hear better what was going on. He keeps staring. He didn’t even know how to feel, angry, scared, maybe even a little proud. He had a million questions in his head. “Sir, what you are asking? I don’t understand? Why my wife; why not some other woman? And why would you have to have sex with her why not artificial insemination? And won’t your wife be mad with you if you have sex with another woman? And why?” John Calhoun stopped him right there. “Wang my wife already knows I play the field. She knows she can’t stop me and whenever she finds out. She stopped next to me, holding onto the bar behind me. I had my briefcase in my lap covering what was becoming a tent. I wanted to be a nice guy and give her my seat and maybe get a little feel but then again she was in the wrong place to really make it work, and I was afaid the tent and its growing pole would be too obvious. I stayed seated. We started to move. I shifted to my left just a little which brought me much closer to her. I could smell her perfume, very sophisticated. She.