He loved how she said “to her” instead of “with her.” he nodded – he was a teacher being taught by his student. Somewhere in the back of his...mind there was the thought of being caught and losing his job – the door wasn’t even locked – but he pushed it away when he looked down at rosia and saw her looking up at him through her pretty black eyelashes and pouting with her full, pink lips.“i want you to kiss me like it’s the last kiss you’ll ever get.”Mr. Velasquez crashed his mouth into hers and. .. but getting hit by a garbage truck would be preferable to having Harold strangle me. Anyway, I told him I was joking about the divorce and made him describe the hot scoop he was going to give the media. After he told me the lightweight, whining scam he was going to lay on them, I relaxed. He sounded like your garden variety L.A. kook with an axe to grind. I was sure the reporters would laugh him off. Sure they wouldn't bother doing the routine check on who his wife was... There was no. She was dressed for a wake in pants and a high cut blouse so no skin showing and I didn't really give her much thought other than being polite. After the wake was done several people wanted to go for drinks and Aunt Sandy was part of that group. It was quiet at first but as usual after several drinks thinks got fun, Aunt Sandy went from being quiet to non stop talking, and after some joking and sexual innuendo from the group and between us Aunt Sandy told me the worst thing about her husband. “Ok bub, whatever you say,” he laughed. Sitting down for tea, the three chit chatted, getting to know each other. “So, what are you guys up to tonight, have much planned?” Rhiannon asked. The couple looked at each other. “Nothing really, kick about at home, few movies or something, what about you?” Ashley answered. “Nothing,” Rhiannon said, with a pouty face. “Hey! We should have a few drinks, it being a Friday night and all, can’t let it go to waste.” The couple umm’d and ahh’d. “Oh come on.