"You like my big bat, don't you, Sheila." The conceited asshole grinned at me, and I grinned back, nodding. I knew he'd be ready for round two shortly... And I needed it one more time.Tuesday and Wednesday nights I spent alone. I was too tired and too sore for sex, and I really couldn't afford to fuck every night anyway. Work was still a priority for me. Thursday, when I came into the office, I found a bouquet of flowers from Art with a note reading "Hoping to see you soon. Call me. Art."I was. An idea popped into her head. Samantha figured it was about time to have a little fun.Nicholas Bane exited the police station and headed to the parking lot where his car was parked. The lot was fairly well lit. He was just about to open the driver's side door when he heard a voice behind him say, "Care to give me a ride stranger?" Nicholas spun around to face a gorgeous dark haired woman with curves that captured his gaze as his eyes traveled down her body. "I'm up here stranger." The woman. Dad got up first, saying he was off to bed and Mom said she would be right behind him, she'd had enough practicing for one night. She stared at me after Dad left, as if I was a stranger. If she was wanting an explanation about what had just happened, why I started whispering to her about Dad and Grandma, I had none. Clearly, it bothered her, no maybe intrigued was a better word, that her husband might have tried to feel up his mother, or even more. How far had she let him go? No, she wasn't. I really wanted her!"Come on sweet pea, you can't sit there all day looking pretty... See these piles... I want you to take them into the spare room and hang them in the wardrobes in the same groups, Okay? They have to air out and hang for awhile before I send them off the shops." She said quite 'matter of factly' as if she'd already forgotten how much she'd turned me on.Eventually, my excitement faded again and I shuffled over to the piles. The next hour or so was spent sifting and sorting her.