A small bank size bed- old with use, a table beside it- old like its fellow by the side. She bought both of them from a slum woman a year ago. There w...s also a small cupboard for her few clothing’s. That was it. The room was as dirty as it can be- stained everywhere. But still it was a place to live. Now, she has no where to go. I thought maybe bill’s idea wasn’t that bad. At least she can stay here for free and maybe snare some bucks from him. She shook her head. What am I thinking! I’m not. Maybe that’s good? Maybe so.’ We talked late into the night, mostly lying like that, my legs slipping down between his bare legs and feeling him harden and loll against my fleshy hip. At last he sighed long and hard there in the dark beside me. ‘You know, Beth, I think I understand. You and Mark are nuts about the political world and care nothing about the sports world. Phyl and I love all sports and we watch it, we talk it, if we are not able to play the sport, we still love it, … … together.. ’ It wasn’t only Paul’s eyes that were out on stalks, at least three businessmen sitting at the end of the bar virtually had their tongues hanging out as they too got an ‘accidental’ glimpse of a stocking top. When he returned with my drink Paul made small talk about the restaurant and a new bar that he wanted to visit as I continued my Sharon Stone impersonation, accidentally flashing my stocking tops every time I crossed my legs. An ex-boyfriend once told me that there can be something. I checked the clock/alarm on my phone and discovered that it was just past midnight. We had gone out to the pool directly after dinner, which meant my wife had been fucking for hours... 'fucking someone else', I thought. The noises from the room next door had subsided, the bed finally quiet, and I was certain that my wife would come join me now in the guest bedroom. Laura was still sleeping on the far side of the bed from me, though how she had slept through the noise I wasn't sure, and again I.