Damn, woman, you’re getting me all worked up!”My wife made no move to cover herself, but smiled and continued to work her hand in circles on his s...omach, taking her time. She even spread her knees apart, recklessly revealing more. She was soon dipping her hand just slightly into his belt-line as she orbited his belly-button. “Well Boyd, we can’t have you all ‘worked up’ while Gloria’s away, now can we? And you look very worked up…” She was clearly looking down at his ample bulge now. “I wonder. He kissed her back on the neck then moved around to kiss her full on the mouth. The kiss became passionate and he ran his hands under her blouse and up her back to her brassiere strap and unhooked it. She pulled back and said no she couldn’t do that. He broke down and began to cry harder on her shoulder. He felt her relax and hug him back. He pulled her down while continuing to kiss her so that they were lying down. He then began to slowly unbutton her blouse from the bottom up so. I open it and turn the light on. I’m in the garage and no one else is there. I close the door behind me. I need to liberate myself. The pressure inside me is becoming unbearable. I walk around and I see a canary yellow and black 530KTM motocross bike on a stand. It was well-maintained and standing there like a prized possession. It is polished and on display. I walk over to it, running my fingers along it, feeling the smooth paint job and the leather seat. A thought fills my head, I have always. The police are trying to track his movements last night to find out who he was seen with last but the detectives think he might have been carjacked, taken to the park and killed there,” he summarized.I agonized about it but in the end I told George about the time I saw Robert in the park with another man. He visibly flinched at what I told him then he nodded, his face grim in the wan dashboard lights.“The park does have that reputation but this is the first incident there. A police unit cruises.