I said tumne kab bulayaa. She told me to come at 4 pm I went there and found that her beauty parlor was doing well enough. There were three girls work...ng for her and she had 2 clients to attend. I asked her why she called me. She said that she had some clients who were too shy to get attended by a man. So she had hired the females. But where do I come into the scene I asked. She said but I m not shy. I said ok.Then I took her to her room and started kissing her on the lips. She was moaning with. As he left, I was torn between sobbing and shouting for joy. I physically felt the best I had in years. An amazing orgasm and warm body high were weighed against self loathing at the betrayal of my husband and traumatic sex in the middle of nowhere with an old man.I trudged back to the car like a zombie. The ride back to his house was done in silence. When we got there, he walked inside, taking my keyes with him. Out of necessity, I followed him inside to the living room, anxious to get back on. "That great old smell of slightly stale beer and floor sweeping compound lingered from many previous nights of revelry. The aroma of burgers on a grill made the scene complete.We found a table at the end of the long bar and a waitress dropped menus in front of us. The band finished their setup and began to tune their instruments. A young girl in incredibly tight jeans and western blouse positioned a microphone stand out of her way.Burger baskets heaped with French fries and tiny cups of Cole. . that female scent ... Veronica's scent? No ... not quite. And now the touch. Lips ... on his lips. So soft he could hardly feel them, but they were there just the same.His head jerked back in alarm. He was awake now, coming out of that confusing dream, wondering what had happened. And then he knew. Connie! She was kneeling before him. It had been her scent. Her lips. As his consciousness came back, he looked around. He was on the boat. Connie wasn't crying, she was smiling at him. He reached.