Even when she spoke, it was in a sotto voce tone that carried none of the sibilant hisses of a whisper. She knew how to be stealthy when needed…even...if she preferred to cause a little mayhem now and again. ‘I’ve got a visual on our would-be thief,’ she said, crouching down behind a display of Egyptian burial rituals. ‘African-American, 6’0′, can’t see the eye color but she’s got black hair in a tight bun, and she’s wearing a black leather outfit. She’s got the guard kneeling down in front of. ”“Seriously?” Tiffany asked.“Surely,” Molly said.“At the same time?” Tiffany wondered.“You want me to crawl over the seat?” Molly wondered.“You can do it there while I do it back here,” Tiffany proposed.“And who’s going to keep Phil from getting distracted?” Molly asked. “You don’t want him crashing into another car because he’s too interested in the goings on.”“True,” Tiffany admitted. “OK, I’ll think about it. I doubt we’re going to drag Hailey or Katelyn into changing cars so we have. Almost—Next second, a hand had passed under her raised arm, stroked over her covered right breast, and moved inside her overall to caress her naked left breast, one finger tantalising the nipple.Somewhere between fright, shock and delight, Claris had no time to consider the sensations that stormed through her mind, as, in exactly that same few seconds Greg’s other hand had lifted her hem and she gasped at the wonderful heated hardness of the rod that pressed against her spine.The hand that had. She was such a wonderful woman; good looking, bright and usually happy.Whenever I had an overnight stay near her home, I spent time with her. We would go to dinner or maybe take in some type of entertainment. We became good friends, and yes it was friends with benefits. Other than my ex-wife Marci, Rose was the only woman I cared about.Still it wasn't love but we had a very close friendship. We both knew it wouldn't last forever. I saw her once or twice a month. Being with her made me see how.