From that day we started greeting each other daily whenever we saw each other. Her name was Anita. She was a part time designer and usually worked fro... home. She was married and her husband worked in local market. She had a daughter of 7 years age. Her husband used to leave home early morning and came late. Me, being free in morning found a good company in her to kill time. She was very friendly and open minded. She used to wear nighty at home with no bra. Many a time she found me staring at. She was loving, sensual, caring, and, honestly, the best lover I could ever want. Certainly, she was by far the best woman I had ever had the pleasure of loving. Nothing was out of bounds in regards to sex and things were heading towards a more permanent arrangement. At least, I sincerely hoped so.But there was always a wall that kept me from getting too close or too comfortable; a barrier I couldn't get through, over or around. Sally, although she admitted it was there, simply wouldn't discuss. She glanced at the drunken man who looked to be only one step up from a hobo and shook her head. “Sorry,’ she said. “You can look, but no touching.”She ordered a beer and took it to an empty corner table where she would be able to watch the people, the flow of activity. She was a quick learner and she could spot all the different types of personalities in an hour – the group of friends having a good time, the single men out on the troll for some fresh pussy, the lonely ones nursing beers and. Especially if I don't have to do much of the work, he admitted to himself.Jack pulled on his pants, and began fastening his shirt as he moved to the top of the stairs, where he had left his shoes. Annoyed, he felt his pant cuff snag on what had to be a loose nail in the floor. Looking down at his left foot in annoyance, he failed to place his hand on the banister cap at the top of the stair, and clearly heard the pant material rip as he pitched forward into the stairwell.Jack bounced once, and.