That life was good scared him far more than he would admit. The last time life had been this good, he had lost it all to a drunk driver.It was summer ...nd school was out. Dolly had graduated high school, Lilly was going to be a senior, and Janet’s son, Bart, would be entering high school the next year. All three were sitting around the table, chatting with the kind of energy that young people possessed. Janet, spending her day off with Paul, sat back amazed at the lunch he had prepared.Once. He’d been good in bed but, in the end, he just hadn’t been worth the trouble.The doorbell rang. When Phyllis opened the front door, Jim Wheeland was standing outside with a rucksack slung over his shoulder.“I really need to talk to you,” he said. “Please.”Phyllis hesitated. She wasn’t sure if it was wise to ask Jim in while she was there in the house alone but, on the other hand, he had never been any trouble. “Come in,” she said. “Go on through to the living room.”“Thanks, Ms Dangerfield,” he. Rueben could not help as he glanced towards the nameplate. He grinned slightly as he saw that it was ‘Ishmael’ and he was reminded of the literary figure. “Yes, yes. I’m in a bit of a hurry to make a conference at three this afternoon, so as long as you get me there, we have a deal.” “Yes, sir.” The cabby nodded and rushed them out of the parking zone. There was a dead silence between driver and passenger. In usual circumstances, the cabby would either hear nothing but the sounds of his. Without wasting any time, she slid her fingers around and caressed the smooth skin at the back of my knee, then slowly slid them up the underside of my thigh, squeezing the warm firm flesh. I shivered slightly at her touch. Her hand moved up to the top of my thigh and stroked under the hem of my short skirt. A little tremor of desire ran through my body. My eyes flicked up as I caught sight of the waitress moving inside, and Abi sensed my nervousness. It wouldn’t do to get caught by the.