“We went because my mom told me they were having a sale at one of the bookstores. I ended up getting several new books. Oh!” she added, glancing a... me. “I left them in the car.”I nodded. “Actually, we left the cinnamon pretzels in there too. We should probably put them in the fridge for later.”“Right,” she agreed, standing up. “I’ll go get them.”“Are you sure?” I asked seriously, sitting more upright in my seat, indicating I was about to get up to do it myself. Of course, I was well aware she. Both of us realized that because this was a battle I was currently fighting, conversation about it would be tense and potentially volatile. Artfully changing the subject, Jeanne said, "Tell me more about the cocktail lounge where you met this Rawlins woman." "Jeanne, are you jealous?" "Michael, I just..." Jeanne paused for a moment and then she said, "Yes, I suppose I am." "As you mentioned earlier, that's a little hypocritical of you, isn't it." "Yes, Michael, it is, but there's a difference. ” Melissa quickly bowed, then rose to her feet, teetering for a moment on her six-inch heels, then walking back to the house as quickly as she could. She felt her gut clenching as she walked, hoping that Erik wasn’t serious about using the electrostatic wand on her again. Just the memory of it made her skin crawl. She still couldn’t figure out how the damn thing had given her such a powerful orgasm, but there was no way that enduring the fiery tingling of the static charge was worth the. Then her and my wife talked and laughed as I worked my way around. As I talked and worked around to pockets of people, she and I would engage in eye contact with that sexual stare. You know, the one where you look into each others eyes and can tell the other is thinking how you taste. I went back by to check on wife who was talking with few of her co workers, she said she was fine. I said well I am going to go in and check to see if I can help.I went in the kitchen where the hostess and her.