“Well, let’s not borrow trouble. We better get going. Check around the room to see if we left anything.”They checked everywhere and didn’t fin... anything left behind except for the glass candleholders. “You want to keep these, bro?” Allie asked.“Naw, I can’t use them again,” he said.“Don’t be silly,” Allie said. “You can get little candles at the store for replacements,” she said.“Cool,” Alex said. “Bring them along.” Allie put the candles in her bag and they gave their weekend love-nest one. I mean, you’re like a model.”“I get that a lot. Haha. And shouldn’t be girls be all over you, Mr. Know-It-All?”“I prefer my work over them. Haha.”“Married to the academe. How typical of you,” he joked“Well, not really. There is this one person I think I’ve fallen for.”“Oh really? Lucky girl!”“Er…not exactly.”“Not exactly?”“You can keep a secret, right?”“Is it what I think it is?”“Probably…”An awkward silence followed. The cool breeze did nothing to help calm down my nerves and Mico’s piercing. Her breath is rancid so I do not linger but instead suck and bite her right nipple. Her breathing intensifies till she finally heaves and gives herself to orgasm. I feel the contractions of her cunt and thrust hard - thrust hard to hurt. She cries out and then slumps exhausted back onto the mattress.I look at her with a kind of contempt and speculate that this is as good as her pathetic little life gets – she is an ageing single mother on benefits living in a shit hole she can't afford to. She recalled seeing the old movie "Top Gun" and if asked to describe her hairstyle, it would be much like Meg Ryan's had been in that movie. The point though is that she had seen Shelle come into the kitchen several times, getting more coffee, making something for lunch, checking on the roast, adding the potatoes and veggies when it was time. She had such a tan and even her cute feet showed barely any sock lines, even though they had worn golf shoes and socks quite a bit lately. She did.