I try to cover my face but as I look down I stop myself from screaming as I see my dick starting to get erect, my bulge growing through my yoga pants...."So," I almost don't want him to finish his sentence! I know he's straight, he was admiring me when he though I was a girl not a guy, I should just leave now, I should-- "I take it you want to join me?"Huh? I look up at him and he's giving me a grin. "Well, it is a public shower and I have a feeling we could get some more exercises in before. I happened to see what occurred, and I'm rulin' it justified. You have no quarrel with me. I recognize Pete, here. He's been in my jail on many occasions. We just didn't have enough evidence to send him to the penitentiary. I'd bet it was Billy that was with him." Yes, I heard them talking, and that was the name Pete here called the other one. He's laid out under my Conestoga in the shed. You want to send the undertaker over to collect the body? Here's a double eagle for the man," Waite said. If it comes, it comes. If not, the romance is enough. After all, that is why most married women stray to begin with. They have their security, but often they pay a price for that security. Their lives become humdrum. The fire is gone, the passion." And you... ?" I give them what they are seeking. I romance them, make them feel alive again." You take them to bed." Of course. They want that too. But it's not all about sex. I help them rediscover how attractive, how alluring, how desirable they. Fiona lied; she bought two more pints of beer for herself before rejoining a more relaxed Jenny, who almost leapt at the chance at leaving the smoky pub. Jenny moaned vociferously as they meandered down the narrow lanes towards their school: Fiona had been deceptive and manipulative in getting her to the nasty place and her efforts were not appreciated. "He's such a loser," Jenny moaned. "He's got no ambition. No future." He's very clever," Fiona replied, a little tersely. "He's..." He's not.