“Falling asleep is ok, you need it.” Silence takes over and continues the conversation on our behalf. I feel my mood tilt the wrong way. Damn!! So...etimes I feel that nobody ever recognises me getting stuck in a rut? Later in the evening, with her finalising a few mails, I dart for the shower, stopping by her underwear draw to select a lacy black thong. It fits perfectly with a very short black silk gown embroidered with some Oriental detail. She has not worn it in ages and I decide tonight will. I'll see you tomorrow, Not tonight."It hurt. He went back inside, sat next to her. I sat down at an empty bench in the car park. He looked out the window and saw me.I had already decided he was not going to fuck her. If he fucked her he would carry on fucking her and never bother with me again.And I hadn't put up with all this shit for nothing.He came out of the pub.He looked annoyed. But not furious like before."I'm going home."He said to me.We walked up the road together. He kicked a fence. End of story." Not quite. The pathologist said the cyanide was in his sandwich. He ate a poisoned sandwich, so that opens up other avenues." Go on. What avenues, then?" Well, how did the poison get in the sandwich? Was it aimed at him, or did someone spike a sandwich at random, to get at the storeowners? Did it get into the sandwich by accident, by some of the filling getting contaminated by a pesticide containing cyanide, for instance? The options keep getting wider."Mrs Kempe leaned back in. She ate as if she was eating a chocolate ice cream. I removed her saree and blouse which gave me a view to her sexy boobs, light brown nipples and any guy would be turned on seeing her fair cleavage while removing her blouse. She was into yoga so she maintained a good figure. She was all shaved and smooth.We decided to have sex with protection so I insisted her to put on the condom on my dick. We kissed more passionately again and then I was on top of her. Her pussy was tight as she had not had.