Non-stop, we continued until we reached the pub. With anticipation running through my mind at what Lisa was going to say, she sat down at the table ou...side. I went straight in and ordered the drinks before returning to sit opposite her. Beads of sweat on her forehead as she took a long cool drink. There were a few other people there and I saw more than one guy looking at her."Enjoy yourself with Joanne?" (a switched ride) she asked, smiling wickedly.I smiled back and told her it hadn't gone. "And that's why you let Adam —" Nooo…" I shook my head violently. "Yes, maybe… oh, I don't know."My mind was in turmoil as I battled with my conscience. I wanted to tell the truth, but that made me look like a cheap slut. On the other hand, I didn't want to lie to my husband."What do you want to hear from me, Daniel? That I was drunk and horny, and how Adam kissing me and telling me how sexy I was, got me all wet. That his hands squeezing my tits and ass while he nibbled on my ear, got me so. Mr. Fortin takes work late without penalty, too. As long as the history is accurate, I guess. Maybe sucking his dick will put you ahead." Matt doubled over, laughing.Pierre's eyes narrowed. "Fucker," he muttered as his hand curled into a fist, flying into the boy's abdomen. It did nothing, of course. Matt worked out just as hard as he did, probably more."Sorry, sorry!" he apologized, chuckling. "I get it. Sore subject. Won't do it again," he stated, whiping a tear of joy from his left. I'm in a seat, something I never do, and the train is very crowded. A woman squeezes through the crowd, stopping in front of me. As I am sitting, I see her from the waist down. She's wearing a white button down shirt tucked into a skirt, that ends a few inches above the knee. She's also wearing an overcoat of some kind and sheer hose on her long, gorgeous legs. Heels, of course, to accentuate the stellar shape to those lovely stems. I rise and, without taking my eyes off those legs, offer her.