The perfect make-up."Sorry, I-" he still stammered."That's okay. Can I get you a drink?" Yes. Thanks."He followed her through the house to the kitchen...She set two glasses on an island, granite counter and crunched ice intothem. She then poured juice over the smashed cubes. And again, hecouldn't take his eyes off her nails. Her hands. He imagined them aroundhis hardening cock and-"The area I'm thinking of is just out here," she said, leading him to apicture window.He followed her, wondering is. "Can I have a Cosmo? Thanks."Her voice had a quality that he could only call sensual. Dave quietly, almost silently snorted, and took another pull of his beer. He remembered when his wife had talked like that, as opposed to shrieking. He remembered when she'd dressed that way for him. His eyes flickered back to the woman, her breasts like a magnet to them. His wife had never had tits that big.She took a sip of her drink, and Dave noticed her full lips, which left a crimson imprint upon the. "Let's eat dear," she said as a waiter approached. After our meal wereturned to the hotel bar for a couple of glasses of wine. We found abooth near the back of the lounge and sat down lighting cigarettes we satand chatted over our drink. I noticed a couple of well dressed menprobably in their late thirties standing at the bar and caught one lookingover at us and saying something to each other. Soon the picked up theirdrinks and headed towards us."Sprechen Sie Deutsch?" one asked.My mother took. I had my credit card bill sitting on my kitchen bench that had to be paid but starring in some sleazy video was out of the question. I went home that night worrying about that credit card bill. I didn’t just want to pay the minimum and have to pay 20% interest on the remainder. I picked up the mail and went inside. I looked at the envelopes and my heart sank. I opened each one. An electricity bill and my car registration. I sat and cried. I knew what the answer was and I cried more. I could not.