They bang theirchests and hand slap, grunting a comradely cheer. As they wait on defense for the inbound whistle, Antoine nudges Matt andwhispers som...thing, and Matt looks at me with a curious look. I feel asthough his eyes are peering deep within me. What did Antoine tell himabout me? Now probably knows what I let Antoine do with me. His face isbland and inscrutable. I wish I could read his mind, or even control it,to make him want me. I blush and avert my eyes. I clasp the chain link. I think I'll go over there and casually bump into them. What the …? He's slipping his other hand under her skirt. The fucker!I'm definitely going over there right now. This has been going on way too long,I'd better step in, but as I get close I notice she is panting and startingto move her hips almost imperceptibly against his hand. Well, I can see itfrom all the way over here and I know what this means. Now, I'm transfixed.How is this going to play out? Oh my god! … she's got one hand on. Tim's wife Tami was in the passenger set and Helen Anderson occupied the rear seat. Helen was an older woman, a neighbor of the Fields that the couple had offered to drop off at a relative's house while on their weekend getaway. The plan was to check in and then drop Helen off before heading out for the evening.The 35 year old Tim worked at the local bank in the small town where the three lived. He had thinning black hair, and was about 5'9", usually topping the scale at somewhere near 220. June arrived home in a taxi knowing that Alan would have got home bythen. Putting on a brave face she congratulated him on being made apartner and insisted that they go out to celebrate. After a meal andinsuring that Alan had a fair few wines while holding off herself shesuggested that they go back to a little wine bar that she knew. Alanwas more than ready. It was Friday night after all. So they walked tothe very same wine bar that June and Mora had been in earlier.She purposely chose a.