Colette dared not look around and her heart began pounding when she realised that the car was parking directly behind them. The headlights went off an... all was quiet.The sound of the car door opening and closing was clear in the quiet night, then Jacinto began to wind down the window as they heard the crunch of approaching footsteps.“Hi, you had no difficulty getting the slut here,” Colette heard the man address her husband, and peer gloatingly at her.“No, she’s ready. She gasped softly when he kissed the back of her neck. She had had a new haircut the week after the breakup, now her blonde hair was cut short, with a parting at the side. She put her hand on his wrist, moved his hand on top of her breast. His other hand pulled the zipper of her dress down a little. “It is some kind of...prostitution” she said, rubbing her butt against him. “You should consider it...trainingHe turned her and lifted her up upon the table. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she. My own marriage wasn't nearly as rancorous but within a couple of years, Vickie and I both realized it probably wasn't going to work out, that our lives were moving in totally different directions. What Margie and I had held out the promise of something much better.Davey and Ramon spent a lot of time at my house, either working out or just hanging. They were considerate enough that, when they were together in my presence, there wasn't a lot of 'huggy-bod' and 'kissy-face' going on but it was. I kept my mouth shut. We found anavailable booth, illuminated by a single flickering tabletop candle,and slid into the plush, semi-circular bench. A waitress appearedalmost immediately and took our drink order. As she departed, I heldout my hand to Angie, palm up."Okay," I demanded, "let's see it."She adopted a look of wounded innocence which was ruined almostimmediately by her giggle. She opened her purse, fished the identitycard out of its pocket and extended it to me, gracefully.