They pass on such stories, do they?”“Yes, sir. We do this to help each other if there is a local connection. With you living locally and also a st...dent at our university, a story like this is wonderful copy. It is not often that we hear of a local who can retaliate to an attacker at all, never mind kill him with one blow!”“Do we really need that kind of flummery to keep local newspapers alive?”“Sir, it is not flummery! This is genuine heroism, where a man being stabbed can manage to protect his. Perhaps she had some surprise party planned, but I really found that hard to believe, neither of us was much for parties, we preferred more quiet activities with less people. We'd have a few friends for dinner, but nothing more.Things went normally until about lunchtime, when I went to grab my lunch from the refrigerator and found it was missing. Now things like this happened at the large refrigerator, but I had my own refrigerator hidden under the desktop in my cubicle and nothing had ever. “Yeah, but she’s a married woman, and well, she seems to be attracted to me...”“ ... And she’s a little fox and you’re worried that you might slip and risk getting a handful or two of those sexy titties of hers, huh?”A flustered look passed over Jeff’s face. “It’s not as bad as that. I just don’t want ... Darnit, Arlene, she’s married and her husband has apparently told her father a bunch of bullshit about her. I don’t want there to be any possibility of anyone being able to accuse me or her of. Or be swallowed, hell, I didn't care at that point.We broke again and I checked out the girls. They'd moved, their heads now shifted, but they still seemed to be dozing. The hell with it, I thought, and returned to kissing my spouse and fondling her boobs. When she pushed up a little and wrapped her legs around my butt and ground her pussy against my growing erection, I released her lips and looked at her. She smiled. That's all I needed to see.I countered her grinds with some of my own. That.