"More drinks, guys?" shouted Tom, "Be a love and get some more beers."She got off his lap and straightened her short skirt, conscious of every male ey...e following her every movement.While poring the beers she felt her husband's hands on her."I thought I better help," he said, cupping her breasts from behind."Stop that," she giggled, "or I'll spill everything."He took the beer from her hands and took her into his arms and kissed her lustfully."You look fucking gorgeous tonight," he said, his. That way we cantalk things out and when We are all talked out just fall off to sleep.I'll bring a few cold beers up?I was looking right into his wonderful blue eyes and I knew I would jumpat the chance if for no other reason then to just see his strip once moreand maybe do the foot thing with him again. I agreed. His room was really large. One of those 54 inch TV's in it a bigking size bed and is own bath room. To my surprise the ceiling above hisbed was all mirror and I was k**ding him. Lester's homestead was a bit like an island because the creek meandered almost all the way around it. Most people avoided it since Lester went crazy a few years back and took to shooting animals for no reason. He even fired at a deputy or two. I thought that might explain what we saw.A canoe floated under the bridge. Inside, a dog limped back and forth and whimpered. The dog, for the most part a yellow labrador, appeared the only occupant. The creek flowed quickly as it rushed recent rainwater. She realised as she got up one morning that a day where he wasn't involved was dreary, boring, dry.What she liked to think of as a relationship continued - they saw each other regularly, time always flew while they were together, laughed together. But she wanted more. Much more. Her heart was bursting, but he did not seem to notice, at all.Things finally came to a head about three months after she had met him.She was alone at home, feeling irritated. They had been out again, and again he had.