I ordered a Cappuccino, sat and watched. But someone had already caught my eye. Another customer working on her iPad across the cafe. She had short...brown hair, around 35 years old, average body build but sadly had a wedding ring on. She looked engrossed in her work on her iPad but smiled gently every few lines she typed. I watched as she worked, smiling, crossing and uncrossing her legs to revel a glimpse of her shinny black stockings that she had under her black figure hugging dress. She. ‘Hey, that just gave me a great idea for that party!’ Tracy exclaimed, ‘One of William’s friends from the library is throwing a party, and everyone is expected to dress like a character from their favorite book. I can easily be Scout with a few freckles, overalls, and contact lenses. William can shave, do a dark rinse on his hair, add some glasses, and walla! Atticus!’ William laughed and stroked his short beard, ‘You’d be willing to sacrifice this inner thigh stimulation for one silly party?’. She had been given one chance, she had to keep him pleased, and she had failed. He lifted her with his well-muscled arms, till she was standing. He whispered, almost hissed, in her ear - his eyes flickered angrily, “Big mistake, bitch. Now time to have the roughest fuck of your life.” He didn’t do anything for a moment, his eyes turned soft for a second, and he brushed the back of his hand over her cheek, his eyes twinkled for her. Then, as quickly as it had come, the tenderness was. She was supposed to have a berth partner, but it looked like no one else had been in theroom, so Mo selected the bed that stood under the porthole. She was gazing through the windowwhen the door opened and a vivacious woman of about thirty breezed into the cabin. "Hi," thewoman said, while dumping her luggage on the other bed, " my name's Veronica Stuart, buteveryone calls me Ronnie!" Mo, extending her hand, introduced herself, and asked Ronnie if shecared about which bed wanted. "Nah, either.