I’m not kidding myself but there’s something about her I can’t explain. I notice looks from people of both sexes but mostly men as we make our w...y to the table. I introduce myself and state my position, when it comes to introducing Layla I pause, unsure how to handle it. Girlfriend? Assistant? Lover? Girl that fucks me in front of my wife? The list goes on.“Evening, I’m Layla Finch,” she shakes hands with the four men at our table, “I’m Scott’s -““Girlfriend,” I interject unsure what came over. On the way, a local church drop in centre was holding a rummage sale; with cash in his jeans, Adrian was always looking for a bargain, he shuffled in.It was a pathetic sale, tables of clothes, mostly women's, old romance novels, and footwear nobody would wear, all smothered in that stuffy smell of old dirty clothes. Adrian liked electronics, it didn't matter to him if it worked or not as long as it was different and he didn't already have one. He soon spotted a likely candidate in the new. Although the image wasn't incredibly easy to make out that scientist guy was right, I looked like a beautiful model as he said I would.I giggled. This was so silly. I struck a pose, a sexy one just like on the pages of those magazines. I should really become a model. Normally I would be screaming but everything seemed so... nice. It was all really nice. It was just a hallucina... haluca... a dreamy thing. I giggled again. This was a perfect dream cause just behind me there was a sexy hunk of a. You know I didn’t want this shit, fuck off and leave me alone.”“Suit yourself,”Michelle does not miss the irritation in her words and the observance gives her a small reason to smile. “Good, hope I really pissed off the bitch,” and she wonders what the time is, the only clock she has seen in the house is the one in the office earlier.For some reason the short interaction with the woman gives her the impetus, to stand to go and sit at the window and face the cheerfulness outside. Her thoughts.