" Well you did that," she said as she perused the objects. She picked up the bottle of massage oil; opened the top and sniffed. The image of flowers c...me to mind, soft velvety, lavender. She imagined the smell as if she were lying on her stomach naked, while strong hands rubbed the warm oil into her thighs, calves, shoulders, back. Smooth hands traveling up and down her body. Stress and tension melting way as passion rose to replace them. She pictured herself turning over and those same. And then slowly down his throat the thick meat traveled, deepto the base, just like John liked. He rested with the full length insidehim, down his throat, holding his breath until he had to pull up, breathin. As he breathed in, he smelled John's smell, he knew he'd never forgetthat distinctive essence, the essence of John. He wiggled his nose back andforth through the black hair, coarse and curly; so different from him now,naked, shaved, exposed for use. He traveled up the length, thinking. Richard smiled and saw a huge opportunity. The only other person there was Mrs. Monroe and she would be leaving soon. He then asked Mrs. Smith if he could stay there in order to do some work and she said it was okay by her. Ten minutes later Mrs. Monroe left and Richard instantly stood up and walked over to his Mrs. Smith desk and sat across her while staring at her and grinning. "Richard why are you staring at me?" "I'm sorry Kim but I just couldn't help but admire your flawless skin and your. "Oh yeah, I see where you're going," came the knowing whisper when the other man followed Daran's gaze. "Wouldn't mind bagging that one myself." Just shut up," muttered Daran, angry that he had been so easy to read. It occurred to him that if another man could read his thoughts that easily, his wife would also know. He felt a slight pang of guilt at the thought of her, back in the home they shared beneath the waves, while he feasted his eyes on the young, tanned flesh standing at attention to.