" That's because you're always asking me to do things for you when I'm in the middle of something else!" Adrian tried to keep his rising anger out of ...is voice, but it did go up a slight notch in spite of his efforts."And when are you not in the middle of something? If it's not some science show, it's a ballgame, and if it's not a ballgame you're out there doing something with the car." Well what do you want me to do? Just wait around twiddling my thumbs until you need me for something?" Adrian. First things first. I had to get to a bathroom or I’d burst right there.It took longer than I expected.When I dragged myself out of the restroom, I’d washed my face and brushed my teeth and run a comb through my hair. I looked almost human. Time to locate a service counter and find out why I was in Houston.“Oh, Mr. Hamar,” the nice woman said. “You were supposed to connect here to a flight on to Chicago. I’m afraid you’ve missed that connection.” I looked at the ticket that I’d bought on-line. It was Kaila's idea. We'd both been so busy with our jobs in the city, and just needed to get away. So, in late September, we just said hell with it, and just drove.My job as an administrative assistant (Read: Secretary) pays pennies and it's a big step down from what I thought I'd be doing, but it has some perks. One of them is familiarity with the "affair" locations. At my company, I've scheduled more "Conferences" for two at Lake Tahoe, Puerto Vallarta, etc., than I care to discuss. So when. I slowly trace the outline of my nipples as I run my hand down over the smoothness of my tummy. I need release, yet he needs his sleep. As my hand moves lower, my breath quickens, and I turn my head toward to see if I have disturbed his sleep. He is still breathing that deep and even rhythm of sound sleep. My hand is now slowly tracing down the lower part of my tummy, over my pubic bone, pausing briefly to ruffle the dark red curls that lie there. My clit is engorged and swollen with the need.