Once they made their way down the terminal and into the area waiting area he saw her. His beautiful wife standing there just as he had requested of he... a few weeks before. Her long chestnut brown hair flowing around her shoulders, done up in the soft curls that excited him so much when she took the time to do it. A light cream colored blouse covered her large breasts just enough that he could see even from this distance the black bra beneath. Stepping through the crowd he saw she indeed had a. Get it?’ She frowned up at him. He was smiling but there was a tenseness in his eyes. She looked back down at her hands. ‘I’m not your girlfriend,’ she muttered. ‘I know that.’ ‘We’re not together.’ ‘That’s true too,’ he smiled as he regained his seat. ‘Stop treating me like that. I don’t deserve it.’ ‘Never. You deserve even more.’ ‘No, I don’t. Your girlfriend does.’ ‘You keep saying that word, but it doesn’t mean anything to me, because I don’t want to be your boyfriend.’ ‘Then what do you. Instead he did what he was told, mesmerized by thisstunt female figure. "Now what?" was the only thing he could utter, when locking his freedom outside."Now as you can see, my hall tree is broken it needs to be carried to the craftsman." She replied with a low and confident tone of voice."I must carry it down, but in the meantime I hate to throw my overcoats to chairs here and there. They get crinkled and messy. Can I use YOU as My hall tree and hang my lovely cloak ON you?"She completed Her. The hostess gave him a large hug. They kissed passionately. Chanel offered him a seat while she went into the kitchen to fetch him a glass. They sat together making small talk as he poured some of the whiskey into the vessel. “How was the conference,” David inquired showcasing he took an interest in her life.“It was really good. To be honest, I was impressed with the turnout,” she admitted.“Oh yeah? Why is that?”“I don’t know. I just didn’t think as many people would show up.”“How many people.