"I don't have to sit here and listen to your insults. Pick some other time to make an ass of yourself, not when I'm trying to take a bath!" So you don...t think you have to listen to me?" Andy's voice was belligerent. Clearly, he was thinking that some other man had found the clue to his wife's sexual happiness. A clue which he had mistakenly thought he held for himself.Lola faced him fearlessly, anger making her bold. A towel draped around her wet nakedness was all that covered her beauty.. He loved that skirt. And wait, were those new shoes? He pointed at the black pumps and asked her if she had bought them today. She didn’t even bother to reply.‘Are you ready?’ she asked instead.He nodded. She wasn’t calm at all, she was furious with him. He could tell from the tone of her voice.‘Let’s go then,’ she said. ‘The taxi is waiting.’ All the way to Chelsea he felt like an idiot. Holding the bottle of wine she had handed him, he tried to apologize several times, but she wasn’t willing. ’ ‘Sure…’ ‘I want to know, especially, how it made you feel.’ ‘Ok.’ She slid off the couch and onto the floor, her feet under the coffee table, her ass resting on its wooden side. ‘Remember, I have something special for you tonight. Do you feel tired?’ She was undoing his belt and looked at him. ‘Something special? Like hot wax or some new toy?’ ‘Something like that.’ She lifted his hips and pushed his jeans down a bit. She touched him, brought her head close and blew on him. ‘I’m not really. “And you, Dor … did it make him harder than you are wet?” Everyone looked at her, waiting for her response. She conceded being just as turned-on. I looked to the others and they were all agreeing. “Me, too. We’re going to be one hell of a wild team!”I got up from the table and asked them to follow me. They looked bewildered by the directness of my command, but they merely shrugged to one another and followed. I exited the restaurant building and turned down the path to the barn. In the trees.