Peter, if you haven't read my previous stories yet, is my colleague. We enjoy sex a lot so, most of the time, he drops by my apartment for a quickie o... a nightcap and then leaves for home. At work, of course, we pretend that we're just friends because one, he's a colleague and, two, he's married.I thought I was okay with the set-up: him feeling jealous over some of the guys at work who try to get close to me. And then, there's the wife.Around lunch time, we decided to head off to my apartment. So just do me a favor and get lost!”“You don’t have to be like that bitch. Your loss though ‘cause if you took me up on my offer you would be the one dreaming about me every night.”The girl did her best to ignore him as she slammed the nozzle back into place and put the gas cap back on. Without a look back she got into her car and started the ignition. There was a diner across on the other side of the parking lot and she pulled into a space next to it and went inside. She originally had planned. I slipped on a pair of SteveMadden platform pumps. I looked like cute teen ing?nue dressed for thered carpet.I put on a pair of my mom's Oscar de la Renta shades to avoid beingclocked by my frightened eyes. From her drawer of costume jewelry, Iselected a wristful of silver bangles, dangly Swarovski earrings, adainty silver crucifix, an opal ring. I preened in her mirror, judgedmyself passable.I hadn't walked in heels since Prom Night, and my first steps werewobbly. I practiced my female. " So Eric assures me."And he sighs luxuriously, leaning back in his dark, leather-upholstered swivel chair, hands behind his head, a smile of contentment on his face."Just think, Cranston. Tonight, the Brotherhood of the Body will be reborn!"And both of them watch, amused, as Randy's thick, bulb-headed prick rears up between the folds of his robe.Daisy tosses and turns, exhausted but unable to sleep, troubled at the ambiguousness, the uncertainty of her position.She knows that something is.