She regretted letting him act like he cared for her and then quickly remind her that she was nothing more than a business product. She regretted a lot...of things, but she still slid into the passengers seat as he held the door open for her. She clicked her seat belt on as he shut the door and walked around the car. She held tightly to her bag as he slid in the drivers seat and shut the door. She didnt look at him, but she could feel his gaze on her. He turned away from her to start the engine. This shouldn't be difficult-I'm a member of the National team, I get some courtesy-but I don't know where any pools in Chicago are." I can help you with that. I graduated with a girl named Lisa Waslewski. We weren't friends, but she wasn't an asshole. Anyhow, her father..." Is Michael Waslewski, international-level swimming official?" She grinned."Good guess." Well, I know Mr. Waslewski, and I knew he was from the Midwest somewhere, and that's not a common name. Oh, that'd be great. He'll know. Ricardo was a nice young Native American that she and Mike had met in Oklahoma a few years before. Other than a few couples that she and Mike had experimented with early in their marriage, Ricardo had been the first man that she enjoyed without having to share Mike with another woman. She felt that old desire deep inside as she looked at Jim. She wanted him just as she’d wanted Ricardo. In fact she’d wanted the husband of the first couple that she and Mike had experienced but the pleasure. You crave for more, to get in direct touch. And while you think about begging for it, you hear the sound of me walking away, out of the room. This whole situation drives you crazy.I on the other hand feel thirsty and need to get a drink right now, whiskey on the rocks. When I come back from the kitchen I can sense that you try to move, you whimper but I can’t understand what you try to tell me. I sit down on the chair opposing the bed, get rid of my tie, sip on my drink and enjoy the view: you.