What the hell, she deserved it. The loudspeakers boomed, ”Race begins in thirty minutes.” We made our way to a luxury box suite.”Damn, Betty,�... I asked in disbelief as I helped myself to Prime rib and lobster, ”How in hell did you score this?””Shaun would shit if he knew. I took them when I left his dumb ass,” she said with a laugh.”Hell, you deserve it after all the shit he put you through,” I said.“He was fucking around before our first anniversary,” she said, with a hint of a tear in her. “I think I lost you somewhere halfway, didn’t I?” he laughed. “Not really,” she tried to pull herself together. In reality, he had far from lost her. She was mentally undressing him, pulling him close to her, kissing him. “Are you alright?” he asked her, a look of concern crossing his face. “Yeah, sorry. Just a bit tired,” she replied, flustered. “Tell me about it. All this permutations and combinations can be so mindboggling,” he replied. “How about taking a break for sometime,” he said,. However, as Chloe tightened her thighs she was surprised at the surge or pleasure it caused. She shook a little, pitching forward in her chair slightly, and had to stifle a small gasp. She wasn't expecting it to feel that good, and she quickly looked around to see if anyone had noticed her reaction. Seeing that everyone was focused on the movie, or more likely asleep with their eyes open, Chloe decided to try it again. She flexed her thighs, holding her legs tightly together. The feeling was. He seemed genuinely happy in her company and his lively conversation about the Italian meals he cooked at home distracted her mind from her anxieties. She just hoped his affection for her wouldn’t lessen if ever he discovered more about her than she felt willing to disclose at the moment. The Fiorenze was a very small restaurant with barely more than a half dozen tables, but it was pleasingly busy. The waiter showed the couple to a table for two where Karen was able to study Kenneth’s face.