They held hands as they left the bathroom. For the rest of the dayMaquisha was in a haze of contentment over her new life and friends.~ * ~In the back...of her mind she heard the click of the door and smelled theunmistakable scent of cinnamon and sugar. The pleasure came rushing backspasming through her body and she heard drums and voices and felt wavesof passion."There's my girl," said a deep strong voice. In her ears the drumbeatbegan and she knew her Man was here. She longed to wrap herself in. I felt her hot tears on my cheeks, and pulled her back for a second. "What's wrong? Why are you crying now?" I'm a woman," she informed me with a grin, "and a woman doesn't need a reason to cry, she just does." Her grin turned wicked, "And this woman also has a need that hasn't been satisfied in far too long. Hurry and eat, I have some apologizing to do."I don't think I have ever eaten as quickly as I did right then. I have no idea what I even ate, and wouldn't have been surprised if I had. Our little group ended up being seven of us. And we started sipping cold ones and talking smack, there was the normal Ford verses Chevrolet debate. I'm a Chevy guy so I joined in and soon we where loud and carrying on like men do. About half way through the race my wife came home, she walked in the den to ask me to come in the kitchen to talk. The guys being a tad loose from the brews made little comments about how she was dressed. My wife being a big show off loved the attention. She acted shy. Please come in and sit.” I did, setting my files on the edge of his desk. “Good morning, Mr. Dentone. Happy Friday.” “Happy Friday to you. Please call me Rob, remember? Do you have the week’s numbers?” I did. I took them out of my folder and handed them to him. The meeting was about an hour before he heaved a sigh and sat back in his chair, his blue eyes searching my gray ones. The prolonged eye contact made me just a little nervous, and I shifted, crossing my legs and looking out the window.