Are you buying me dinner now? OH, and I saw these lovely shoes the other day.”The look of confusion n David's face made me laugh again. “Or, you c...uld just fuck me here and now.”He laughed. “I reckon it will never get boring having you around.” “Hope so.” I pulled him close again. “I'm sure.” And he kissed me again.Entangled in the kiss and embrace we made our way to my bed. Our hands were all over our bodies, trying to get rid of our clothes as fast as possible.David moaned as I slid my hand. Bunty was an accountant, and she ran the property portfolio which had doubled in size in the last ten years due to her shrewd business decisions. Kay and Bunty were both beautiful women. They had both flirted with Paul at Mags’s wedding reception. Alex had left the reception early complaining about the volume of the band. After he had left Kay said to Paul, “Save the last dance for me.” Paul had been a perfect gentleman at the reception. He had not brought a partner but had been all evening. If Jeremy had not been so taken up with the excitement of it all and the need to minister to Amanda in the rest breaks, he might have been sick. Rashumba left, happy enough to have seen Amanda get badly hurt even if she had won in the end. After Amanda's weary arms had been raised in victory, Jeremy picked her up and carried her out to the dressing room, from which she had emerged so long ago. He compared the memory of the unmarked and confident Amanda of an hour ago to the wreck he was helping. "Sure, hun, any time." She paused, shifting gears. "I need the overnight stats when you get a chance, okay?" "Sure, I'll have them in your office in twenty." "Try not to worry, hun, I'm sure it's nothing."+++ Trying not to worry was pointless; it was her life he was fucking up. If he was fucking it up. Maybe it was nothing, maybe Michelle was upset about something else. Perhaps Margaret was right? It was impossible to say. She decided to go over to his place after work. It wasn't her idea of a.