"Come in," she called and peered through the glass. "Come on." Agghhh. Sorry. Thought it was Greg," Andrew cried, the moment his eyes fell upon the tr...nslucent screen."What do you want?" A wee." Go on then," Fiona called back, her mischievous smile hidden by the shower screen. "Just don't flush it, 'cause my shower goes cold." She cackled as she saw the navy clothes of Andrew scurry to the toilet and sit down on the porcelain. She squeezed her hair free of excess water and washed the last of. One thing great about marriage—you can eat again.On our first date we talked for maybe three hours. She wasn't afraid of interrupting my canned first-date speeches, which I didn't mind one bit. I showed off how cultured I was, considering I was a scientist, and she at least pretended to be impressed. I didn't understand much of her thesis topic—something about Ariosto's influence on Goethe—but I kept my mouth shut. I kept my discussion of organic conductors to five minutes.. Then without warning, he thrust his hips forward and buried himself deep inside her eager body.This was something Malcolm had looked forward to for a long, long time. From his first day on the job, he'd been attracted to this chick who was always so damn sweet and friendly. Her sexy little smile and big, bedroom eyes were a real turn-on. What attracted him most were those outrageously long legs and her great bod that seemed custom made for serious, heavy-duty, fucking.While her looks had always. I told her to keep my drink, and I got up to get another glass and the bottle of scotch. “Oooh, is it all right if I dip my toes in the pond,” she asked, as she leaned over to unbuckle her sandals, exposing her firm breasts for my apparent viewing pleasure. “Go right ahead, cutie, make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back,” I called over my shoulder, as I bound up the steps and hastened to my bedroom. I emerged back onto the patio with a bucket of ice, another glass, and the scotch. D****d.