But right now, it wastime for Natasha and the surprise I had settled on.I went to my bedroom, took out some of my new purchases, and slippedinto them....I had an hour before Natasha got home. I played out the planin my head and grabbed the things I would need to pull it off. I went tothe family room and turned on the TV. I got out a box of chocolates I'dfound in one cupboard and ate a few, leaving the wrappers on the coffeetable. I slowly teetered around the house in my first ever four-inchheels.. It may be my resentment of our lack of sex life made me want to believe she was having an affair with her boss, so that I would feel justified in cheating on her. I don't know. But that is how I felt, and that is how things stood, when one Friday in November when my wife went off on another of her trips.What made things a bit different this time was that other members of the family were also travelling. My wife's parents were vacationing at the time in England. They were returning to the. I had a short lesbian affair in college with a professor and I began to sense a mild sexual attraction component to our relationship. We talked about it once, and just let it drop. Eventually, we were spending almost all our free time together. When I was with Maureen I felt an indescribable happiness just to be around her. Then I began to have these erotic dreams of Maureen and me, in Hawaii making love in a hotel room by the ocean. The dreams grew more frequent and explicit. The variety of. " he muttered."NO!"The shriek was enough to freeze even a hardened veteran like Kyle Harrison in his tracks just for a second. A little figure charged from behind the reception area and launched into his chest, knocking him backwards and causing his shot to go into the ceiling.The figure had him around the chest and was driving him backwards hard. He saw the stringy dark hair and the bitten-down nails and knew his assailant. He pushed her backwards and leveled the pistol menacingly."Marcie, you.