I always paid in cash I did not tip though because he had already gotten a tip. Well as far as what happened next.A few weeks later we decided to orde... another pizza. Just like the first time I had my husband wait outside from right after I placed the order until I was done and the pizza guy had driven away. I was again getting so hot and wet. This time I was so wet my juices where running down my the inside of my thighs. I was going crazy with antisapation as to who was coming to bring me the. I can’t see anything.I hear the foot step move into my bedroom. I hear some rummaging. The intruder is going through my stuff. I am afraid that the intruder might find my collection of toys. What would happen if my toys are found? I don’t know if this is scaring me or giving me pleasure. My heart starts beating faster.I hear the footsteps coming back. The intruder kneels behind me. I feel a knife at my neck. I am terrified. The intruder makes a threatening sound but does not speak. I nod my. ” With that he got up and went into the men’s room at the back of the restaurant. He didn’t notice Leslie following close behind him. Carlos looked under the two stall doors and saw no legs. He looked puzzled for a second and turned to go back out, but he bumped right into Miss McCoy. “Miss McCoy! I’m sorry. There’s no one in here. He must have slipped out without you seeing.” Leslie said nothing. She dropped to her knees and reached for his belt. “Miss McCoy! What are you doing?” “Enough with. ” I felt myself blush at my boldness. Tom was my boss, and my father’s friend. I was a married woman. What was I thinking? Perhaps it was the three glasses of chardonnay and the two mojitos, or perhaps it was the fact that my husband had not touched me intimately in over three months, but I was very attracted to Tom at that moment. I did not want the evening to end. I did not want to be alone. “I think you still owe me a dance, remember?” He smiled and replied, “I do remember something.