She knew he would drive over if she called. Oh, Damn! That peek at Duncan’s profile started those little ripples in her belly again. She was a marr...ed woman owing her husband to be faithful. She’d already cheated on him and except for Duncan’s unwillingness to push further over he line, she would have slept with him again. How could she think of him that way, when her husband of these many years was half way around the world? That was the problem. He wasn’t here despite his promise. He knew. Rosa looked the way she imagined she would. The young woman stepping down from the bus looked like her. Not exactly like her, but ‘like’ her … like a daughter to her mother.The same thing happened to Rosa. She had gathered her stuff into her backpack as the bus rumbled through the town. When it pulled to the side of the street in front of the little building, she craned her head to see, but they were too high and too many other passengers were milling around, though few were likely to be. “Oh…” She moaned quietly. She looked down at her panties. Green with a frog on the front.“Ribbit.” She smiled and pulled back the covers on the bed and got in. She covered herself up and called for Elijah.“It’s about time, Rye. What were you doing?” He opened the door.“Nothing!” She said quickly. She felt herself blushing from her chest to the top of her forehead. Before Elijah got in bed, he turned off the lights. The moon was out tonight; it shown brightly through the windows, lighting up the. While they were having breakfast, I could see her talking animatedly to Harold, he kept shaking his head. I went and lay on my lounger, Jean appeared looking down on me, I pulled my earphones off‘good morning Jean, did you have a nice time on your anniversary? You look as if you did’ I said cheerfully‘where did you go last night?’ she asked quietly‘went for a wander, then sunk a bottle of wine, why do you ask?’ I said pleasantly‘did you come to our room?’ she asked‘now why would I do that?’ I.