‘Are you going to take a shower with me?’ she asked. Frankie thought she’d never looked lovelier. Droplets of water glistened like jewels on her...pale skin. He nodded. ‘Do you mind if I come in, too?’ he asked. ‘No, of course not,’ Kay replied. ‘I’d love it.’ She reached for the soap and when she did her breasts moved delightfully. When she straightened, Frankie took the washcloth from her. ‘Want me to do that?’ he asked. Kay grinned and nodded. ‘I think that would be wonderful,’ she said. She. She had this new client who wanted her to rebrand her shop and there seemed to be a lot of meetings to decide what she wanted. He was quite proud of his wife. She worked so hard, putting so many hours into developing her business. Sure she got on his nerves. Their sex life had really taken a nosedive after Emily was born but he supposed familiarity breeds contempt and all that. He had just pulled his phone out of his pocket when Emily came into the room carrying her tablet.“Daddy, I can’t get. Occasionally Chris invited her best friend Nita round to the house. One afternoon while Sarah was working and I was off work Chris brought Nita round to our house. Nita was of Pakistani descent, short, petite with big breasts and tight bottom dressed that day in tee shirt and painted on jeans in low shoes. Nita was a really stunning girl a year older than Chris who worked in the same office. Chris made me a cup,of coffee, them tea and we sat and watched a bit of telly. Chris had told Nita all. Don Patrick was standing there, his flame red hair in wild disarray. And the look on his face was one of unfulfilled lust. There was no question in her mind what he wanted."Well, Don?" "Well, Miss Walker," he said, smirking. "You've been a busy lady, haven't you?" "What's that supposed to mean?" "I thought you knew. I mean, hitching a ride out in the parking lot like you did yesterday. A ride with Mr. Larson. Or should I say a ride on Mr. Larson's prick?" She went into shock. The numbness.