.but of course I didn't - my hand moved further up to her underwear. I can remember it vividly, the warm moistness between her thighs seeping through ...er panties as my fingers massaged her. As things moved onwards, she was getting more and more into what I was doing, and less into the film. I could hear her breath deepening and little gasps from her....and a slight thrusting of her hips against my fingers.....Getting braver, she reached across and fiddled with the buckle on my jeans - I was. I continued checking out the rest of the town that afternoon and really liked the place.That evening I again perused the local newspaper, encircling the other job prospects that I would look into the following day as a plan ‘B’, after my audition.The next day I arrived at the address I had been given. It was a secluded building on a large open property. I was met by a young man and ushered into a neat and tasteful reception area. Rodney, the young guy, took down all my particulars and informed. "I booked a table for two at an Italian restaurant. It was a good one, about four miles out of town. I quickly showered, shaved and changed. Black slacks (my usual) a cream shirt, and a beige Linen jacket. I picked out a tie which was basically brown, but with little gold motifs. I was pleased that Elaine seemed impressed when I arrived at her house. I had imagined that we would have the chat she wanted there, but she picked up a make-up bag and a dress holder, and was ready to go."Oh, I. Ann was telling me her story, and as I listened, I realized that the vice gripping my heart eased just a little. From the moment, I began to suspect my wife’s infidelity a tension had settled into my ribs. When I first saw her with her lover, it had felt like she was squeezing my heart from my chest. I had been in intense pain this past week going through the motions of my life and my work. I began to suspect that it showed, and that Ann had picked up on it.Ms. Harper was smiling benevolently.