“I don’t know how long I slept.”“Well, you left Val about eight. What you did afterwards is none of my business.” Since Mrs. Grant made the ...ed, she probably would have a very good idea fairly soon. “Mister thought you might want to go back to bed.”“Well, this is one of my lazy days,” she said, “but not that lazy.” For that matter, when Eric thought of her going back to bed, he might not have intended her to go back to sleep. Well, this was going to be one of her lascivious days, but not that. She kept her hand between our bodies, as if in defense. Slowly I moved my hand down, to her amazing ass. And I whispered into her ear, "I want to see your chandi…"She visibly stiffened. "…your bare chandi." She shook her head. But she did not try to get up. She dug her chin on my shoulder with such force that it hurt. "Please…" I begged. I sat up. "Lie facing down," I told her. "Sar…venda…" "Just once…just once…"I gripped her shoulder and slowly made her turn over and lie face-down. She. He haunted her sleep as she birthed the most evanescent image of him as her lover. His romantic conveyance bearing the same intense focus he held when in his kitchen. She wanted to be at the center of his turmoil. She had fallen in love with an erupting volcano. The young violinist played for him that night, her right hand moved the bow at right angles across one string to another creating a musical passage of wispy sounding notes. She moved the bow faster, her small plump lips open, her bow. I kissed Leroy good night and was about to leave the car. I stopped and told him my phone number. I told him not to call in the evening since my hubby would be home. Leroy handed me his business card and told me that he would not call me, it was up to me to call if I was interested in seeing him again. I did not want to intrude and make trouble for me. He kissed me again and told me that I was the best fuck he ever had and that he wanted to see me again.I left the car with mixed emotions. I had.