The talking was easy, and I was definitely attracted. About 5’6”, fair skin with a touch of olive tones (that I love), probably 36D at least, nic...ly dressed and she had lovely thick black hair that went just past her shoulders. She wasn't thin, rather she was curvy in the right places and made my mind race, I wanted her badly. Later, after the lunch date, we talked and I could see I was probably more taken than her, but still her curiosity was peaked.Conversations continued, and finally our. ? Well, time was running short, and she had toget to practice soon?and it was her Birthday.?So she decided to open up the present, even though Brad wasn?t around. Inside was a ring with some sort of padlock-shaped heartsymbol.? Instantly she recognized herbirthstone, Peridot, embedded inside it.?Also, she found a note: ?I?m glad you finally decided to open the gift instead ofwaiting for me, it shows you can make decisions on your own?? At this she groaned.?Brad knew her all too well then, as. The outrage bled from Becky's face at the simple truth of that statement. Her shoulders slumped. 'We've been had,' she muttered, shifting the day-sack on her shoulders. 'Thirty quid an hour between us,' she continued, mumbling to herself. 'And I'm going to be wearing a fucking Halloween costume. How am I meant to do any work in those fucking shoes he wants me to wear?' She pushed open the iron gate and walked up the long drive to the front door, Adele following.The door swung open without the. "Is she asleep?" Oliver asked. Jeanette nodded and returned his smile, and Oliver felt his pulse quicken at the thought of what might come next. He'd told her a little bit of his concerns about his job, and they'd agreed that they'd talk about it after the kids were in bed. But now Oliver found the need to process what was happening at work fading when faced with his wife's bedroom eyes. His wife of 14 years was still gorgeous, with lightly tanned skin, blonde hair cut to hang just to her chin.