I grab some changeand keys to put in the matching purse. My resolve dissipates when Ihear the door click shut behind me. I walk down the front stair... instealth expecting to be exposed at any moment. I am two blocks awaybefore I allow myself to think about this being the first time ever Ihave done this. I reach the hair salon and loiter by our car untilHelen emerges. I call out to her and she looks up startled. Her handsfly up to her mouth as she recognizes me and in a few moments we. ‘Not unless it’s my new perfume. What’s it smell like?’ ‘Well … honestly … like a skunk. But not bad. It’s, uh … sorta nice.’ ‘Do you think?’ She stepped to himagain, and he didn’t step away this time. ‘Kinda,’ — she crinkled her cute nose — ‘NICE, isn’t it?’ ‘Yeah,’ he laughed and nodded. ‘Don’t you think?’ she touched her fingers to his chest when the phone rang. ‘Ehr, I should probably get that,’ he said after a minute. ‘Do you think?’ She leaned a little closer. ‘I, uh …,’ he lost himself. The impression I’d gotten was that he was relaxed and chilling out. It was a pity that I had to piss him off.Bob popped up in response to my voice. He brought his weapon up to the ready as he did, then he glanced about in an attempt to see where I’d called from. When he didn’t immediately see me, he took a step back, disappearing from my sight again. Then he called back in reply.“Where in the fuck are you, asshole?” Bob enquired eloquently. “Show yourself.”“I’m in the woods, Bob,” I shouted. She yanked down his zipper, reached into the fly of his boxers, wrapped her left hand around his hardon and gently guided it to the opening, to release, to anyone who happened to turn the corner of their aisle, to the long stroke of her fist, and finally to the warm, avid muscles and flesh of her mouth. She took as much of his cock into her mouth as she could, giving it two or three long sucks to grease it with her spit, and then began bobbing it steadily, twisting her fist back and forth along.