” “You to, sir.” Just before quitting time I look up a flower shop in the internet, pack up my case and head out at an almost running pace. ... buy a single red rose and make my way to the square. I stand at the edge of the massive expanse surrounded by shops, restaurants and as the main building, city hall. Staring through the crowed trying to spot her. I look at my phone, its five fifty-eight. My heart starts to beat faster in anticipation. Then, I spot beautiful woman walking toward the. The tiny, crunching sound of dirt being ground seems to scream in the silence. She looks into his face, a twisted mask of rage and shrinks back against the metal railing of the veranda. He steps closer, crowding her, cornering her. His breath fans her face, the stink of alcohol. Ah, she thinks, the bottle of wine. She should have known. ‘Michael?’ her voice is unsteady, traitorous, betraying her fear. ‘Michael, what’s wrong?’ He takes her by the arms, fingers digging into her flesh, and shakes. Sharon worked in a management consulting firm out of Round Rock, but we were both close to work with our home in Georgetown. I had to think that Sharon would go to her parents in Bastrop. I called their house and her mother Janet answered the phone."Hello." Hello, Margaret, is Sharon there? I really need to speak to her. This all some big mistake, I never was where she said I was. I was at work all day and can prove it." Rob, what is this all about? Sharon said that she needed a quick vacation. With a devilish smile that was slightly scared to find itself on Sheldon’s face he slowly extended his hand to the bed side table and grabbed a previously unseen bottle of baby oil. Leslies head was buried in Sheldon’s bed covers as she felt her pussy getting close to orgasm. Suddenly she jerked her head up as she felt oil drizzle onto her back passage “what are you….” She started to say but all that came out after was a high moan of pleasure as Sheldon buried a finger deep into her back.