I checked my bag andmade sure there were only guy’s clothes in it. Againseveral days later, when I opened my drawer there I sawseveral pairs of ...ew panties. A thong, briefs and a lowcut boy shorts. I knew something was up now. But what,I had no clue. It was a couple weeks later when I fond out I needed togo out of town that night that I asked her to pack abag for me. I arrived home and she was out and theresat my bag. I grabbed it and off I went. At the hotelit was when I opened the bag. She snores, you scheme. You sit up so slowly the bed doesn’t creak, find a brand new packet of Marlboros in her handbag, the ones you asked her to buy. She’s failed to get you a lighter. There’s a fee for that. You borrow Mara’s car, drive to the store, get a lighter and pancake mix, come back as the sun’s rising, make Benjamin chocolate chip pancakes, clear the table so Mara can’t see anything other than your masterpiece when she gets up. She comes out blinking in those new glasses of hers. The lovemaking was more comfortable this night. The girls were still excited and full of wonder and doubts. But the men, having once been married, and having had sex with the girl before, were relaxed as they slowly made love. They both took their time, teasing and kissing, touching and licking, as the girls slowly rose higher and higher towards a climax. Both girls were panting with desire when the guys rolled between their legs and easily slid into the girls.The lovemaking was slow and. Take off. Get out of Dodge. Scram. Go somewhere where it was warm. South America maybe. San Miguel De Feunto. Steve better be in when she finally got to make her call. *********** ‘Where’ve you been?’ The dispatcher asked sergeant Thurman, ‘That fuckhead Roth from the prosecutor’s office has been trying to get a hold of you for a half hour now. I don’t think I can continue putting him off.’ ‘Can’t a man get a few minute’s sleep around here? ‘ The sergeant shuffled over to the coffee machine,.