’ Slowly he stood up I couldn’t help but watch as he walk toward the door ‘damn he had a fine ass.’ With a sigh I went back to work but I coul...n’t stop thinking about him. Just imagining those eyes looking down at me as his hand move on my body.. ‘Stop that.’ I chastised myself. Here I am having day dreams about some strange man. Yeah sure he threw the drunk out, but still that was no reason to act like a school girl. I was 35 not a child who blushed when I man looked at her in that way. About. I wasn’t turned on by the sight of her—just horrifyingly embarrassed. I wanted to avert my eyes, but I also felt the need to demand some sort of explanation from her. So I kept my eyes locked with hers. Neither of us said anything for a few seconds. I think she was waiting for me to speak. But then, probably brought on by my illness, I was swept by a bout of intense exhaustion, and my world slipped again into sleep. -*- “Feeling any better?” I shook myself awake as I tried to open my eyes. The. ’ ‘Yes we bloody can, until told different. I’ve appraised head office on the circumstances and until we’re told otherwise, we leave her there and just watch. Watch and wait. Understand?’ * John listened to his Solicitor as they drove along, ‘I can point you in the direction of a friend who will lease you a caravan you can live in while we get the insurance sorted on the farm.’ Grunting, John looked out at the buildings and people as they moved along in the early morning rush hour. ‘You can. Massaging them gently then harder. She only liked it rough. His hands worked there way to her neck and Kendra visibly relaxed. She dropped her hands from the keyboard and leaned back into her seat. She was breathing deeply. Johns hands moved from her neck down to her perfect breasts, she was a delicious 36D. He slipped his fingers into her bra and started rubbing her nipples pinching and pulling them. Kendras eyes fluttered open and she smiled wickedly at her husband. I love you so much John,.