When we got to my apartment, I intentionally left the door open thinking that would deter any unwanted advances. He put the groceries down and we star...ed talking. At first it was very casual, but quickly a sense of sexual tension and suggestion came out. He started moving in closer as we stood there, he started stroking my arms, I tried to talk about my marriage to remind him I was already taken, that didn’t seem to bother him in the least. He touched my wasted and grabbed my hand as he slowly. As I walked back out to the truck, my mother in law handed me the paper that was on the table that was meant for me to read it.I hurried drove to the meeting forgetting about the letter because of what just happened. But after the meeting, I noticed the letter sitting on the passenger seat. I opened the letter, wondering who it was from and what it would say. As I opened the letter, it looked like it was hurriedly written like somebody was in a hurry trying to write this letter. “Plz forgive. How about it?"Allison was puzzled but intrigued. Why shouldn't she help her friend? Besides, Allison wasn't really in any position to judge Cerys’ choices. It wasn't like she had a man in her life. The only difference between them was it was usually Allison herself who decided that a relationship wasn't going anywhere. She looked at her watch. It was time for her to be heading back to Finsbury Square too. ?Look, I've got to get back to the office as well but alright, I'll do what I can to. It only figured that she was in the backseat of her boyfriend Matt’s car sucking his dick and what have you. Fucking cunt. After sweating profusely during the game, soiling my red velvet panties, I was feeling a bit chilly and just wanted to go home. It wasn’t a good night up to that point. As I pulled out my phone to text Chelsea, a white car pulled up beside of me and I heard the windows roll down. What the fuck is this, I thought, almost intimidated because it was dark and it’s a bad omen.