You and, if you can get her to, your little sister will come over to my house and clean it for me Saturday.” Everyone knew that he was singe and had...never been married, though no one knew why. He was a good looking man and fairly young.(What people didn’t know about him was that his taste in the opposite sex ran rather young, teenage in fact. Yes, he secretly liked young teen girls and, though no one else knew it.) He even had some pictures of young girls. He wasn’t stupid enough to use the. I phoned down to reception and ordered our meals and was told that it would be approximately twenty minutes. I entered the bathroom and enjoyed the view that my wife was providing. By speaking to her and aiding her wash, I had managed to keep her busy until the knock on the door of room service. I handed my wife a white t-shirt that I had packed; it was mine, so it was plenty long enough to cover her body. I shook my head as she reached for a towel; I wanted to wear this t-shirt. A grin spread. "W.. w... well, who is it? I mean, who is the guy?" I asked in anticipation.Lance looked over at Antonio, "Its him."Suddenly, I was overcome with such intense anger and rage, "What? Are you fucking serious??" Yes, it was him." He reassured me.I walked over to Antonio, I was really going to give him a piece of my mind. Lance tried to stop me, I probably should have listened to him. "Hey! Monkey!" I yelled out at him.I shoved him back into the manure, "You think you can fuck my woman and get away. …….Bill had paid her a visit two nights ago to 'collect the rent' as he euphemistically put it. She happened to be wearing some new lacey underwear when Bill showed-up and she most definitely hadn't intended it for him; it was for who she was waiting for and she had donned it to check herself out in the bathroom mirror so she could be sure it would be to his liking. She had a distinct feeling that he had a bit of a 'thing' about women's undergarments and was content to fuel his lust if it meant.