Steve groaned again and repositioned his hands. His body now pushed me harder against wall; his right hand pushed on the back of my neck pulling my fa...e and lips hard against his; his left hand slid up my right thigh, his callused fingers whispering against the nylon of my hose.It was deathly quiet on the stairwell. All I could hear was Steve's heavy breathing, the occasional groan in the back of his throat, the whispery murmur of his fingers stroking my pantyhose and the rustle of my skirt. He walked up to me and shook his head. He made a shooing motion.“Out, out,” he said, glancing with disdain at my robes. He wore fine robes of silk made of different colors. Gold rings adorned his pudgy fingers. “This is not for you.”“It’s not?” I asked and pulled out my purse. I jangled it.Behind him, a woman gasped. A mature, Naithan beauty in robes that clung to her lush frame. They were made of blue silk and clung to her figure. Green trimmed it. She licked her lips, necklaces of gold around. ”“Why would I be embarrassed? I am keeping one of the sexy ladies entertained. So I am happy.” She laughed and checked her watch. She excused herself and told me to wait there for her. She came back after 15 minutes. Her face was red and filled with anger. I asked her what happened.She replied that she had a fight with her husband and she was upset. I have to calm her down. So I said, “Hey, I go for a drive whenever I get upset. Shall we go for a drive?” She was a bit reluctant and I convinced. He made a mental note of that fact simply because knowing something intimate and secretive about Cynthia made him feel closer to her. He watched as her fingers probed her inner chamber. He watched until her body rose off the bed and stiffened and her lips parted in a sigh. He watched as her eyes clamped shut. He watched until her body became limp sank loosely into her covers. After a few moments, she reached up to turn off the night light, snuggled with her pillow, covered herself under two.