" The mysterious male voice replied."How did you get my number?" I asked him."I guessed. Where are you?" He said."I'm leaving the hotel and I'm walkin... home." I replied."Can you meet me at the coffee house across the street? My car's the black Lexus GX is parked in the front." He said.So I hung up my cell phone, put it in my purse, crossed the street, and went inside the coffee house. There, I met my mystery caller. He was tall, dark, handsome, in his early 20s, and muscular. He had short, jet. Thinking for a moment, she smiled and held the end of my shaft with her slender fingertips. ‘A 30 minute delay of your satisfaction for every infraction.’ Swallowing hard, I nodded in acceptance and she laughed. Already knowing me well enough know it wouldn’t be long until I tested the limits. Moving behind me and massaging my shoulder, she let her fingers trail down my arms, her fingertips barely touching my skin in a teasing caress. Sliding them over my hands, which were still clasped. ”“And the other having an excuse to do be with me.”“And vice versa.”“Yes.”After their most loving kiss they both sighed at its completion. “I suppose we should finish our shower and get dressed,” said Chandi.“Good idea,” they heard from beyond the curtain. Moe.Joe pushed aside the curtain. “Sorry,” said Chandi.“Don’t be,” Moe said and stood from the toilet and leaned over and kissed her. “You keep getting more and more fascinating.”“I would never steal your husband,” said Chandi.“Oh? I missed. The evening wore on predictably with everyone drinking far too much and getting noisy. The landlord rang the bell and we said our goodnights and wound our way home. Tim had to walk past our house to get to his parents place, so he walked with us. Jackie walked in between us and was holding both mine and Tim’s hands. When we got to our gate Jackie kissed Tim on the cheek and bade him goodnight, and Tim said something about not getting invited in for a dance! Oh God I thought - you've just blown.