He thought Yumi was taking him out to dinner later that evening, confiding in me that things were still not great between them and that he wasn’... really looking forward to it. He had three glasses of scotch in the hour we were together. The surprise worked and, as far as I could see, Yumi’s party was a success. Everyone seemed to be having a good time except the birthday boy himself. Ken con- tinued to drink heavily as the evening wore on; he seemed to be in a morose, morbid humor. I mean won't... being employee and employer and after last time... The talk we had about never again... And... I'm sorry I don’t mean to flirt so!" She stammered but he felt her eyes gazing in to her eyes and felt warmth spread throughout her body. His eyes traced from her eyeballs to her mouth and back, even daring to look at her ample bosom as it lay below him. He brought her back up and gave an exaggerated tug pulling her slightly closer into him. "Don't say sorry... You’re not a sorry. Our blue Expedition washed and shiny, and the dusk setting in. We didn’t take my car because I knew I would need the room. We drove toward Lincoln, although I knew we wouldn’t go that far before we would turn around and head home again. Once it got dark I laid my seat back and and relaxed, and began to let my husband massage my breast through my sweater, I had already undone my bra, and slipped it off. Now by looking at my pictures you can see the breasts I have, and the nipples I have to go. When she returned from hiding Dee away at her relatives, she knew she couldn't go home or anywhere near there.She tried to think of a place she could go that he'd never even try to look for her, and remembered a couple of the women at work talk about a bar about 25 minutes away, so she drove in that direction. It wasn't in any part of town where he'd be likely to be, plus the bar was for gays and if he was anything he was a homophobe so she would be safe in there.She had packed a backpack with.