.. oh Christ, he knows! she thought as she fended off his blows, protesting, pleading with her irate husband."FUCKING WHILE I'M AT WORK! FUCKING!" he ...creamed down at her nakedly cringing body. "WHAT ABOUT JEANIE? WHAT KIND OF A MOTHER ARE YOU ANYWAY? DID SHE GET A GOOD LOOK AT HER MOTHER SCREWING ON THE SOFA?" Ooooooh," Fran could only wail with the terrible burden of the truth, which was a hundred times more dreadful than the awful things of which she was being accused."Who was it? WHO? SOME. Oh, I’m sorry..I forgot to tell you about her. She was 5.5 feet tall, wheatish complexion and average physique. She was neither too great looking beauty nor too bad looking. Okay, so coming back to the story, she knocked at my door, I opened the door and there she was…standing in her flowered white pajamas and orange round neck t-shirt, with loose hair. She was looking very cute. I didn’t ask her to come inside, neither did she ask me to. We both stood at the door and she started talking, she. Nothing except his entrancing green eyes, his overt masculinity, his deep seductive voice, nothing except everything about him. What was she doing? This was insanity. She almost told the driver to turn around and take her back to the hotel. Instead she told herself to calm down, she was overreacting. If he got out of line, she was just going to have to be firm and put him back in his place. She could do that. The carriage stopped and she realized they had arrived at their destination. She took. He was quite handsome, and seemed to be paying lots of attention to the new arrival.Several times, as I looked up, I would find him facing my direction, and seemingly staring across to where I sat, but each time I looked directly back at him, his eyes would immediately break away, as he turned to chat with his male friend. This cat and mouse, eye game went on for almost 20 minutes. Knowing that I had his attention, fit nicely into my fantasy, and I decided to call him John.I sat up momentarily,.