As embarrassed and guilty as she felt about lying to her husband, and being caught in the act by the young brunette observing her, gave Evelyn a perve...se thrill. She slowly turned her head to meet the young brunette’s stare. The young brunette raised her glass of wine and nodded at Evelyn. The gentleman got up from his chair and excused himself from the table. Evelyn raised her glass and chuckled as she nodded back. She wondered if the young voyeur felt the same perverse, sexual thrill as she. "Nope. It's just ... more femininethan I expected."Feeling my cheeks heat up, I muttered out a dismissive, "Whatever,"before shifting to, "So, why'd you leave your friends? I was comingback." I know," Mr. Johnston replied. "I just thought you might want to finda seat." Oh, is it almost time for dinner?" I inquired.My boss shook his head. "No, it's just. You've been on your feet for awhile." And ... what?" I questioned, furrowing my brow. "Do you think I can'thandle a little standing?" No. ’ ‘No bullet holes, though… right?’ She tried to relieve his fears, her voice soft, husky. Her skin was hot and he could feel the desire between them like steam in a sauna. ‘No, no bullet holes.’ The urge to bury himself in her warm and willing body was evident, his erection pushing against her. He met her eyes in their mirrored reflection and found a loving temptation that overcame his fear and anger. Waves of desire flowed through her body and she swayed lightly, her hardened nipples brushing. I was fuming, I wanted a man on me, in me and all over me so badly but I didn't want to listen to any of the usual male chat-up type of crap they come up with. My boyfriend had recently broken things off between us, he really screwed me over big time. While I understand he suffers with his own demons of bi-polar and alcoholism, it doesn't give him the right to just stop talking to me without any explanation, no nothing. I felt so fucking hurt again, why do I continue letting this happen to me..