The following week, I invited Corky for supper on Friday evening. Although Mandy could tell how excited I was, I expressed my expectation that my role...would simply be a voyeuristic one.“Don’t be so sure of that. Who knows? Maybe Corky is more adventurous than you think,” she reminded me.‘If only,’ I mentally ruminated to myself.By Friday I was so excited about the evening ahead, that during the day, I masturbated twice when I used the toilet at work.After work, my heart dropped when Corky. That look in his eyes that had always made her safe was still there.It was a little different, Chris was older now, but that look … He would never hurt her; he wouldn’t do what she had done to him.He would never force himself on her.He would never pressure her to do what she didn’t want to do.She was totally safe with him.He was still her baby.She closed her eyes and leaned in again, pressing her lips against his.Oh, baby ……This is what I should have been doing all those years ago.It didn’t. As hehelped her zip up the tight red dress that clung to her full curves andthat showed off her cleavage and legs, he thought back to how his presentlife had started. Had it really been five years since he married Zara?The memories of meeting her were so vivid. He could recall clearly theday he went to a friend's party and was stunned by her voluptuous beauty,only to be further mesmerized by her slight but striking accent, andfinally to have his heart captured by her naturally dominant. Gloating, in fact. I'd love to have him know how grateful I am." Grateful? Why?" Isn't that obvious? It led me to you. That wouldn't have happened without his help."She gave me a funny look that I couldn't interpret but said nothing.I danced with several other women at the banquet. I thought it was expected since I was the honoree that evening. Kim wasn't abandoned. She had plenty of offers and wasn't on her own for more than one dance. I asked Gina Tanucci for a dance and she quickly accepted..