“It’s from Robert,” she shouted in excitement, and read the message to me.It started by telling her how amazing she is and how he'd loved fuckin... her last night, and how amazing her body is and how lucky she is to have a husband like me, who allows her to be sexual outside of her marriage. The next part of his text confused me, it read: “Honey, Wednesday would be wonderful. I can’t wait to have your naked body in my arms again, and I still can’t believe you did that with the glass!” I asked. I'm not saying that I am, but ..." But you are," Sasha giggled. "You're intrigued Mom, admit it. It turns you on a little bit." Ingrid brought a glass of wine for her daughter and herself and sat down on the couch beside Sasha, who crossed her long legs and sipped her wine as her stiletto heel caught a glint of sunlight streaming in the room."I suppose," Ingrid giggled, her eyes noticing how just how snug the leather pants Sasha was wearing were and how low-cut was the silver silk blouse. "Oh. "Now, don't let me see you without any makeup again," she said as sheturned me around to look in the mirror.WOW! I wasn't pretty. I was gorgeous. This was with some makeup thatwas just barely there."This is great!" I said as we left the bathroom. "But I don't have anymakeup." Want to go to the mall after work?" she asked. "I'll help you get somestuff there." OK," I replied.I figured I needed to work that half hour that she stayed later than Iusually did. No problem, it helped me pay for the. ****************Sunday afternoon"I requested a transfer," she said."Oh?" They're moving me into the domestic marketing section, a week from tomorrow—I wanted it to be as soon as possible. I'll be in the building over on Union Street, away from ... away from where I am now." And why did you request this transfer? I thought you liked the international section." So I won't be around ... around Douglas. I won't be in the same office anymore."He stopped raking the leaves and turned to look at her,.