We're all busy professionals with busy lives and we keep ourselves pretty much to ourselves.There is a girl called Anna who lives about ten houses dow... the road from me. Like me, she's a runner; not the type of runner that runs because she needs to lose some weight. Oh no. She's fast, fit, has the world's most perfect ass and a pair of breasts that could not possibly be real. I've spent so much time imagining the two of us together...She ticks every box for me, she's about as perfect as I could. “There are a few things my sister doesn't know. Goodnight,” she teased and laid back down, her back to me.“Oh, no,” I countered. “You're not getting away this easy.”“Good night,” she giggled.“Nancy!” I protested.The room was silent for a minute or so. I kept my eyes on my wife, who kept her back to me.“If I tell you this, you cannot think bad of my mom,” she said, her back still toward me.“I could never think bad of your mom,” I argued. “She was the best mother-in-law a guy could have,”“You. ’ Instinctively, she reached up and landed a peck on his cheek, popping a grape into her mouth. ‘Thank you.’ A wide smile appeared on his face. ‘So if I cook a feast, would you be feeling even more appreciative?’ ‘If I didn’t know any better, I would think you were trying to seduce me, sir.’ Jaz batted her eyelashes at him. He was sucking on an orange slice and mumbled, ‘What if I am?’ She giggled at him and shook her head. Damn, you make me horny. They continued to eat the fruit and drink. ”But of course, I didn’t say that.Instead, I replied that I had a few ideas lined up for him, and asked whether I should send them via e-mail. He said that he’d love to discuss them face-to-face if that was possible.I hadn’t seen him in a year, and now he suddenly wanted us to hold a meeting over a logo. Well, it was reasonable, I guess. But was it really about the logo, or was it about something more?Again, I dismissed the thought and texted him that we could meet at a café we frequented.