“Today”, I mused, “We are going to have some real fun”. I held the remote in my pocket waiting for the first, best moment to strike.I could no... concentrate on my work. I kept waiting for the fun to begin. I decided that because she met and booked-in the customers machines, this would be the place to get her un-expecting best. After an agonising wait, eventually a young looking guy brought his machine in for repair.My heart pounded with the excitement of things to come. I knew what I could do. ‘Of course I forgive you. How could I not?’ ‘I don’t know but I’m sure glad you do,’ he tilts her face to his, bent his head and kisses her. When the kiss broke, he smiles his crooked smile at her. ‘Merry Christmas, Gen.’ ‘Merry Christmas, Mark,’ She smiles back at him. Grinning, he says, ‘I have one more thing to ask you.’ Fumbling in his pocket, he pulls out a small black box. Opening it, he holds it out to her, ‘Will you marry me?’ Tears flow again as she whispers, ‘Yes.’ ‘What was that? I. She found it hard to keep a consistent job because there would be times when she would be too ill to work. She did work at a convenience store in the metro area that I had moved from. She lived with her mother. By the end of the evening, we exchanged phone numbers.We would get together from time to time—going for a drive, getting dinner somewhere and so on. Sometimes I would stop in where she worked, and we would keep each other company. I would sit at a table near frozen sandwiches and. . your cock." Becky, you're not helping me here."I was embarrassed. Samantha had a nice long look at me before I found some clothes, and by the time I had covered up she was gone. Grabbing her wallet her last words to us were;"You two don't do nothing I wouldn't do, okay?"Later, as we made love soft and gently in our room I asked Becky about Samantha's timing lately. The response I got made me get suspicious all over again. She froze up, not moving, then I felt her relax. Just as if I had.