Her lithe form was hunched over the table. Dressed in equal parts for a brawl or a fuck, her boots suited her personality. She wasn't too hard on the ...yes, and the way she crouched over her empty drink was somehow fetching. It was the crude slouch of someone suffering silently with only a glass keeping them company. Though the act itself wasn't particularly attractive, it was clear that she thought no one was watching. It appealed to the voyeur in me to sneak a peek at someone behaving. We talked about her life and when I asked her where her boyfriend was she said “He’s taken their daughter to see his mother”.She was typically giggly as she sat and drank her drink. When I asked her if she’d had anyone else beside her boyfriend she looked shocked and said “I’m not a slag” I apologised and said “I just wondered if you could compare him with anyone” she smiled and giggled replying “No”, I smiled at her and she said “You have some lovely eyes”.I said “Come closer and look” as she. After they had all cum a second time they adjourned for more refreshment. When they came back Shari took off the garter belt and the by now laddered and cum soaked nylons, but she slipped her heels back on. She looked over at me and said:"Thank you for this. I'm having more fun than the law should allow and I owe it all to you. I don't know if you enjoyed that whore you had in your hotel room as much as I'm enjoying this, but thank you for giving me the opportunity."She turned to go back to her. ” He sniffed. “You smell like toothpaste and mouthwash. It’s gone.”“That’s the thing, though. It’s not. It never will be.” Without the briefest touch or backward glance she left the apartment, leaving him in her wake of despair.Later, as his own obsession over the morning’s events grew, he discovered something surprising in what she’d done: a gossamer thread of hope. That she’d do something like that so close to his arrival has to be a sign that, in some sense, she prioritizes me over him,.