”“I know you for who you really are. I knew that before you left. You remember Kathy’s party?”“Yes, of course,” I replied.“That night, y...u told me everything you had done. I knew you had been with quite a few girls. After that, what happened between you and me before you left for Sweden?”“We made love,” I sighed.“Yes. And what did I tell you that night?”I thought back to that night over a year ago.“You asked me to promise that we could explore the possibilities with no commitment.”“I did. And. ” I said, untying the string and opening the box. “The gift is for this girl as well, Mr. Marlowe.” I opened the box. Sitting on a cushion of plain cotton batting was a set of silver ankle bells, quite different from any I had ever seen. The were not the dainty, stylish kind one would find a young woman wearing on a beach somewhere; they were heavy and sturdily built, the part that would circle the ankle being heavy silver links, almost an inch wide, made of small, interwoven links. Suspended. We were pressed together tightly, our wet bodies holding each other close. I’m sure she could feel my erection,but she never made a move to break free. Instead she moved her hands all over my body, pulling my shirt free and ripping it from me. It was obvious now that lust had taken control of her as she continued to hastily remove the rest of myclothing. I pulled her top off of her exposing her sweet succulent breasts. I cupped each one and caressed her softly while she undid my pants and. ”Greg was shocked by her response but tried to keep his cool. In taking out his credit card from his wallet he also took out his information card and handed it to her saying, “The townhome is in the Timbers sub-division. If you come over at noon the soup will be ready.” He thought he would be ready as well and made a mental note to be sure and take a little blue pill just before noon.Handing him his receipt he could see on her hand she was wearing a wedding band and looking intently into his.