It was as if she were speaking to it rather than to me, an amusing thought."I think you're sexy too," I told her without thinking. A low groan escaped...her lips as I said the words, and I knew it was causing her pleasure to hear them, so I decided to continue. "You've got such a pretty face, and a gorgeous body." Another groan. "If I weren't your father, I would have my hands all over you." Another groan, this one a little louder. "I would rub you and squeeze you and grope you and fondle you. I. "Oh don't worry Kate, that's why I like you," Her words sounded pleasing, encouraging."So, I want to show you something, something I've worked for a long time on," She stood up and held out her hand.I instinctively reached out and my hand slipped into hers, her warm touch sending chills through my body. She turned, pulling me behind her as I noticed people in the cafe staring at us with envy and desire. There was no doubt in our body language that there was something going on between us and. There were six to choosefrom and I didn't know her name.I was apprehensive, I didn't feel safe. I was nervous, I didn't know whowould answer any of the doorbells. I was driven, I desperately wanted tofind my husband but I was fearful, I didn't know what I would discover.So I retreated to my car to wait.THE LAST THIRTY YEARSI first saw the man who I would marry at one of those 'everyone invitedjust bring a bottle' parties popular among students three decades ago. Inoticed him because he was one. He would say things like "the things I would do to her" normally I don't respond to strangers like that but hey I was drunk. I agreed and said "I would love to fuck her feet in those heels". Then he replied " I wonder what they smell like"? after about 30 mins talking about womens feet we discussed what we were doing at the bar. I said " I got into an argument with my wife now I am drunk and horny" and he said he was a trucker and just got into town then he began asking about my wife. At this.