"I always get those two mixed up." No problem." Martin tried not to sound irritated, tossing the file on her desk."Could you do me a solid and grab my...sneakers while you're over there? I'm going to the gym for lunch." Kristen unhooked her foot from behind her knee, and wiggled her pink-painted toenails at him. He suppressed an eyeroll, and reached into the left drawer.Pulling out the sneakers, he could see that underneath them was a little pile of black fabric. Curious, Martin poked it with the. Or at least I thought it might be, I was hell on wheels I suppose. Freshly released I left my door, out to get laid. And why not? I was after all, 22 years old. I had thought, I had loved but damn, it's time to Fuck, I thought.So down on highway 51 I went that night for what seemed hours. Cars, people, no eye contact. Searching for a green eyed goddess he spotted me, and as a cheetah in dusk he pounced."hey, do you have any matches" he grinnedI settled my head up and my eyes focused, um,. Lynn is not down yet. Why don't you come in and wait for her?" "Thanks, Stephen. Sorry I am a little late. Your house is a little hard to find." I show Jim into the living room. We make casual small talk for a couple of minutes. I hope that Lynn will not be much longer because awkward is an inadequate description for making small talk with the man that will be your wife's new lover. Lynn is usually very punctual, so I suspect that she is making us wait to add to my humiliation. That thought. I'd whisper in her ear from time to time, asking if she could pick out the taste of rotted leaves, or bird shit, or any of the other hundred disgusting things I’d seen that sorry piece of cloth dirtied with, and feel her shudder in response.Several times it was too much, and I just had to take her. This was back when she used to cry every time I fucked her, but she only shed a few tears that night. I'm betting the slut was secretly grateful to have something to take her mind off of her taste.