"She looked at me. "I think so. I'm getting more suspicious all the time." You mean all the signs are there."She nodded sadly."Shannon, I have to tell...you something." She looked at me again. "I'm not into casual relationships and certainly not with you. I don't know what's happening, but I felt something just now that I haven't felt in years."She gave me a little half smile. "I know what you mean. I did, too. Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?" No, certainly not." I know that you're. He turned on the the thirteen-point-three-inch Supersonic Class LED TV. His Roku stick was plugged into the television. He used the remote to navigate to his Hulu app. He selected Hot Wives of Las Vegas. He needed some laughs.Devin soaked in the frothy bath while he sipped on his glass of Sutter Home wine. A text came through. It was from the dude on the motorcycle earlier. It read:-At my cuz house. Bout to watch some UFC. You got a big ass!!! How it get so phat???-I got some ass shots. 3. She needs something with substance. Something a little more solid."I just grinned, but I could feel the conversation affecting me. I was dressed as I had been at work. A shortish tailored skirt with a nice blouse. The only thing I'd changed before we went out were the lacy bikini panties that were fast becoming damp. I wriggled a little, the tickle more than I could handle. I spoke then, without giving it any thought. "Substance. Not size, so much."George grinned at me across the table. "Not. Before Johanna, I wasn't one of those people who worshipped Fridays, but now it was not a matter of escaping FROM something, it had become a matter of escaping with somebody, TO something.The weather was warm in the afternoon, cooler enough at night to be comfortable, and a cold front was due through late Saturday.When I got home Friday, the weekend's provisions were stacked by the door. I walked in, noted her diligence, got a searing kiss that ALMOST put an hour delay into our plans. When I.