I cough, lean forward, swap my wine glass from one hand to the other and slide my hand behind your bottom – you look to see if hubby has noticed, he... hasn’t - so you settle back and lift your bum slightly so that my fingers are between your legs. I slowly move them backwards and forwards and ease your skirt right up leaving me a clear run to your pussy. However I just fondle through your panties and notice how wet you are. There is a silence in the room but hubby gets up and asks in anyone. His smile - not just his perfect teeth, but the way his lips curled up in the corners, almost in slow motion, unknowingly teasing her, and his bright blue eyes narrowing his gaze at her, almost twinkling.Jane rolled over onto her back, frustrated and turned on. “This isn’t fair,” she thought, “Grant’s not home being driven up a wall by me.” She could imagine him sitting at the bar, flirting with one of the waitresses or one of the cute single girls who always seem to end up near him. But then. The woman took him, struggling against her grip, along the corridor, down the back stairs and out of the building. The derelict plot at the back of the building was empty as it always was after dark except that backed up by the door was a small van, its back doors open. The woman pushed James inside, followed him in, closed the doors and called, "Time to go!" over her shoulder.The van started to bounce across the waste ground towards the road but James wasn't going to get to watch the scenery.. How could I keep the truth a secret? Sure, the reporters knew what happened. They saw what I did. There were probably even photos and video recordings of the event. Somehow, though the attack would be the topic of the reports, my name, my face would show up.Telling this Detective the absolute truth could have one of two affects: either he would just write down my statement and everyone would ignore it because it was ludicrous, or the police and other agencies would dig deeper. It wouldn't.