Fixes her hair and make up in the car before heading inside, all smiles and apologies to her husband who seems none the wiser. What a dick. She's defi...itely fucking someone else. I bet she's the type who fucks her way around every guy in the office or she's trying hard to be. Slut.Note: Find out where she works.Straight up stairs now as she does every night, kicks her shoes off and stands in front of the mirror checking herself out. She is a good looking woman I have to admit. Late twenties. Debbie hadbought several lovely pieces of jewelry, and gift bag of cosmetics andhair care products, and a basket of my favorite peach scented bath andbody products. This was a welcome change from the previous year whenfor my 30th Doug went well out of his way and gave me a new Hoovervacuum cleaner and a bucket of KFC chicken. How romantic! The Jerk! Itold Debbie that there was one more gift and asked her to get it fromthe car. She returned with a bulky box and set it on a chair next tome. . "Hope," I muttered into my communicator, "I need a favour if you don't mind. I'd like a shotgun type grenade launcher and half a dozen tear gas grenades and I don't care where you take it from." Coming right up Charles," Hope responded, with a bit of a chuckle to her voice. "Have fun!"The grenade launcher showed up a second later. It appeared on the cart between where I was standing and where Luther was standing. The grenades appeared in a bandoleer beside it. Reaching down between us I picked. She wished she'd gotten that strangers name or atleast his phone number, because she really would like to feel him inside her, if only just once. The craving had increased tremendously over the last two days and the amount of times Fatima had played with herself to this notion was staggering. She heard her mother calling her from the kitchen and quickly snapped back to reality, chastised herself for where her thoughts had gone and vowed to forget about the park incident and move on. Besides,.