In ten years, she would probably be fat, but now she positively dripped sex. Jack knew if he let his mind dwell on that, he would get a hard-on and n... amount of hands-in-pockets could conceal his huge erection.She had been prepared to snap at this clumsy oaf, but when she saw Jack – his tall athletic frame with his dark hair and distinguished gray at the temples, his piercing gray eyes and thin aquiline nose – her sharp response melted in her mouth.“Maybe, I’m not sorry,” continued Jack. ’ ‘So did I.’ ‘Pardon me?’ ‘I wasn’t always a golden boy, Bill. I spent almost ten years as a grave digger. One day I got an assignment and I didn’t think the unit should be killed. I fought for it, they gave me a completely unrealistic time frame to turn it around and a pretty free reign. I orchestrated a leveraged buyout and the rest is history. How soon can you get up here?’ ‘For a chat or permanently?’ ‘Both.’ ‘I can probably be there for a chat by the end of the day, I have a couple of. ” “Thursday?” Claire nodded. She told him. The lingerie; the lunch; Jerome, everything. Neil stood impassively and listened. “Our bed, Thursday night as well,” she continued. Neil remained silent. Resolute but also erect. Claire reached for him. She stroked him. “Which was better?” he asked her. “Last night or Thursday night?” “Last night,” she told him. “I hated the cheating part. Thursday just happened. It wasn’t planned. Last night... well, I enjoyed it better knowing that you knew and. " Oh, thank you," I said.I filled the bag as the cashier took my money and handed me my change.The man started chuckling as I packed the leggings."Them leggings, are they for you?" Ooh no," I lied, "I'm picking them up for my girlfriend."Then, this interaction over, I thanked the man for his assistance andleft the store. I couldn't help but wonder though. If I had admitted thatthe leggings were for me, would he have minded? Would he have even cared?I honestly cannot remember when I started.