She is really waiting for this chosen person, whoever he is. I can tell you he will be the luckiest man on earth. She has told me time and time again ...hat he'll be back. She must know who it is. Anyway, John, I'd better get back to my table. Have fun at the reunion." Thanks for all the updates Emmy. Too bad you're already taken," I said and grinned at Emmy, who just waved as she walked away.I looked over at Mary lying on the bed, beaming as I was telling her the story."It was you John. You were. “I’m Ben,” he said. “And I’m Wendy, the trophy-wife-to-be,” the young blonde bubbled. “At least,” she continued, “I would be the trophy wife if Alice hadn’t caught us in bed together at the Halloween party at their house.”“So you got kicked out of the party and ended up here,” Karina said.“Yeah,” Wendy answered, “something like that.”“Center pole,” the driver called out, “is Marcus and Alquina in position three and Harold and Ellen in position four.”Marcus was a very muscular man with dark. I've been waiting for you to come to bed. I would love another round of lovemaking if you're up to it. Last night you were so good I have been thinking about it all day. The way that you fucked me last night made my toes curl."Clark looked at me in disbelief; I have never spoken to him like that, and I expected some sort of reaction, however it was a surprise to see what his was. Clark said, "My, my, I guess you really are hot tonight. I don't think I have ever heard you use the word 'fuck.'. But to write it from the POV of the female who haunted him… Now that was creative. And sly. And devious. She must be a real bitch, he thought as his phone buzzed. It was the copy editing department. His copy had been proofed and completed. He was free to now go home. He covered her eyes with his hands and nudged her forward. Tentative faulty steps made the going slow as she moved in front of him, walking carefully over the hard sun baked earth. Every now and then she would stumble on a stray.