I would call her later in the day. She had to work, and was working longer hours the rest of the week so she could enjoy the weekend without worrying ...bout being on call. She would know more by this evening as well about the kayak trip and what we would need to do. She would call me about that.I didn't expect to hear from Mitch today, but it wouldn't surprise me if I did. He would probably want to thank me for dinner if nothing else. I wasn't expecting to hear back from either the pool company. I am. I felt her breath on my lips, smelled the allure of her French perfume. My husband has no idea, no idea at all that his bitch wife is a fucking slave, an anal slave for the best man at our wedding. The best man with the best dick. I hushed: Youre my girl baby. I am Steven. Im your girl. And then I kissed her, a kiss hard and unrestrained, and our tongues swirled blissfully over each other. She tasted like mint leaves and apricot. I inched back slightly, and together our tongues danced. No! Damn it! was all Debbie could think before she seemed to relax and lost control of her own body. She could hear Jack walk outside the bathroom and shout down the stairs. "Just got to phone my mom, be back in a minute."Then, a reply; "No worries mate." said Simon, again shouting. Jack smiled and walked back towards the bathroom. "Well, well, well. Just couldn't keep away eh?" he said to Debbie. He closed the bathroom door and clicked the lock in place. "Why don't you stand up and remove your. Glad to have you back, but you still didn't tell me where you've been." You're right, I haven't." Zoe was gone too. You two been shackin' up?" Something like that," I said as the bell rang."Did you hear about Kenny?" Mikee asked, walking up to us. Robbie, Tami, and I were standing in line waiting for lunch. Mental note: talk to student council about petitioning for an open campus at lunchtime."What?" the three of us said together."The D.A. offered him a deal. He could go to the boy's school at.