“I’m Trish, and this is my husband Jim,” she answered.The bartender approached, and I could see he was impressed by what he saw. We ordered drin...s and Trish continued her conversation with Bobby.“Are you here with anyone?” Trish asked him.“Just my friend Steve,” he answered, “We were hoping to meet some girls, but it doesn’t look like there are any here tonight.”“Oh, too bad,” Trish said, “I’m sure two sexy studs like you would have no trouble at all.”“Do you think we are sexy?” Bobby asked.The. She still had the wonder-rack, and it was bouncing around while she was hopping. But - get the picture? She was a mess!! I don't know ... Maybe I'm not cut out for the overnight kind of boyfriend. Not if the girl looks like Friday the 13th in the morning.From my position, halfway to the floor, I looked at the clock radio on the bedside table. It was an hour and a half before school. I could use at least 60 minutes of that for sleeping. The bitch kept me up all night with sex.All right. I'm only. It was finally here Saturday night and we had managed to get away for a few days. It was touch and go if we would get away or. Not but we made it after the usual drive around in circles trying to find our motel we finally got there and checked in headed upstairs had showers got changed etc. to say wifey looked hot is an understatement. She was wearing a silk like dress with a split up the front we’ll sort of an over lap slit lacey white panties and no bra. If she stood or sat the right way you. I hear the shower turn on and decide that Richard is taking a shower to take his rage out on something other than me. I hear a loud bump from upstairs so I guess Im right. It takes a while for him to get out of the shower but when he does I immediately get up and grab my night clothes from upstairs. Richard passes me in the hall with an irritated look on his face. I walk into the bathroom to find it a wreck. Things are lying all over the floor and the shower all dirty. I sigh and pull out the.