So when I went into the Bucket of Blood there in Cle Elum, Washington, Sheila was sitting at the bar — and for once she was alone. Of course it was ...only ten in the morning and most folks kept to 'normal' drinking hours. I was working for the Milwaukee Railroad at the time and had just gotten off a freight we'd brought in from Othello and we'd had to double the hill at Vantage so it had been a long night for me. In other words, for me it was Happy Hour.I ordered a beer and a shot and sat down to. My heart skipped a few beats. I didn't know what to do, where to look, or where to touch her. I was scared shitless! and trembling. Here we were, our bodies covered in sweat, me horny as hell and not sure if Cindy felt the same as I did or was she just acting normal as all sofisticated and mature woman act when it's just us girls around? Was I reading this all wrong? Out of my comfort zone, I wasn't sure exactly what to do so I began to rub her arms, her. Then he bent down and kissed me deeply.I told him that I had never cheated on my husband, but I now I was attracted to him. Then I invited him to come up to my room…Darren dragged me to the elevator.Soon we were walking down the hall to my room. Once inside, I told him that I would be his sex toy for the next two hours; but he should have to leave at midnight; because my husband was coming to join me there…I was going to make this night one he would never forget. I moved into his arms as we. ” He gently brushed her wet hair over her ear. She leans into his chest and felt a warm and sexual excitement as they embraced for the first time. Tom gazed into her beautiful eyes and told her, “You know, you’re a beautiful woman now.” Slowly drawing his finger over her lips and across her cheek, “Your delicate lips, soft skin and beautiful hair has always made me want to hold and kiss you.” Gail straightened her back and turned to look at Tom. “I have always fantasized about being with you.”.