The next day I logged on wearing my blue camisole and booty shorts. Her window popped up and I accepted. There before me was a older man, he was cute ...n his way. He was stunned and had no clue what was going on. ‘Hi my name is Ashley. What is yours?’ The typing of the screen below. ‘My name is Richard. You are very beautiful. I have no idea what is going on.’ ‘Nice to meet you. Your lovely wife has asked me to help her with a little something. Something for your birthday.’ ‘Ok.’ His wife comes. No one heard a peep out of him today. It seemed like fear wasn't selling very well for some reason, imagine that.Editors' desks groaned with the weight of copy to be gone through, even in electronic form, as an army of reporters and journalists filed stories as fast as they could make their Blackberries work. Although the coverage was as in-depth as anything ever done by The Chicago Sun Times; there was one human interest angle that they missed.Tao Lin had arrived at the target zone and stood. Well, maybe it WAS both.My hand cupped her breasts as our tongues explored each others’ mouths. Maybe it was just my imagination running away with me but it felt like her hard nipples grew to my touch. I felt her hands on my own breasts. I was reminded of Gina, of Nelida. Inside, I felt myself beginning to tighten up. A woman can understand what I am describing. I hope you male readers can. My cunt seemed to thicken, my insides seemed to shift. All anticipated what was to come.Chuck had been. Not well, I admit, but some semblance of rationality had returned. Damn, I had to see, I actually had to see her being unfaithful to me. Despite what my eyes had already seen, I really needed to see her. So I came up with a plan. It was ridiculous, but shit, I couldn't think of anything else."I straighten my uniform, squared my hat and entered the front entrance of the motel. There was a young girl on duty there. Oh well, I thought. Here we go. I approached the desk quickly with a very serious.