A face pressed to the window, and two hands formed brackets around the face as Dub Fisher peered into her kitchen."Doc?" he called. "Are you home?"She...saw his eyes move around the room and find her. She saw them fix on her. She saw his eyes widen and his mouth drop open as he realized she was stark naked. Her hands fluttered in a vain attempt to cover three things with only two obstructions."Dub!" she squealed, turning around. She looked over her shoulder to see him still there ... still. She laughed. "Ahh, the prisoner of war? The internal police networks are running hot about him. We're very amused. Yes, even him." How come this hasn't been announced?" I don't know." But her smile suggested that she might know and just didn't want to say. Chris put that aside for later reference."I read the paper most carefully this afternoon before coming to find you. I particularly read the Nightrider thing, given what they said about it on the news last night. It's good — but not as good as. I didn’t really know what to say, ‘Sarcastic?’ I said back at him. ‘She’s hot man’. That didn’t really answer my question, but I assumed it was a yes. Pfft, he could try putting up with her shit for a couple of months and then see how much he liked it. As the numbers at the party hit around 50, Luella arrived too. Great. If I’d have known she was coming I may not have even done so. She looked amazing as usual, being the sex bomb she was. As the night went on, I realised how jealous I was. I sneak off from my family, you sneak off from yours. We both know we'll only have an hour to exchange every desperate kiss and "its been too long since I've had you". I love how natural it feels to put my hands all over you. My entire body is vibrating, waiting for your lips against any part of me. We're parked in your truck again in a fairly sequestered empty parking lot. Its not quite as great as the last time I slept in your wife's bed while she was out of town, but I just can't seem to.