She jumped out of her Mercedes cursing the roads and Vietnamese drivers. She strode through the old colonial building in her mini skirt issuing orders...to her architect. John walked around behind her marveling at the way she sized up the building and ordered changes. ‘Knock that wall down and make a bigger foyer, make that room the bar. There will be room for ensuites in those big rooms but we might have to sacrifice one or two. We must exploit that view. Construct a large terracotta patio. I go to the kitchen to get some drinks. My head is spinning and I’m pretty sure these drinks won’t even be touched but I’m going through the motions anyway. I can hear the unmistakable sound of some pretty passionate kissing, some movement and the rustle of fabrics. Was that a zip?! Jesus. I’m a bit shaky as I carry the drinks through and I nearly drop them when walk through the door. You are both on the sofa, kissing very deeply. Your dress (the Ted Baker toucan print one) is half unzipped and. I remember falling back on to the bed, completely spent. I must have drifted off not long after. “How long have I been asleep?” “Only, an hour or so, I guess,” she replies. She then turns her head; her sparkling eyes meeting mine, she flashes that irresistible smile at me. “You snore.” “Oh yeah, sorry about.” “Don’t be. I’ve never been with a guy that snores before - it’s cute,” she giggles; turning over, slipping an arm across me and resting her chin on my chest. “Cute? Tell my wife. The door was closed; Sandy had turned up the volume further. She wouldn’t see nor hear what Mary did. Shaking a bit, Mary got down on the floor. She tried telling herself that she was doing this just because she was hungry, as she hadn’t had a chance to eat anything herself before leaving for Jane’s place. Shame flushing her face, she looked at the trod-in shoe print in the lasagna for a moment before she bent down and started eating. She hadn’t expected the intense mixture of disgust and.