As far as meeting on camera for a reunion with your reporter, that's fine," I agreed. "I do have some special request. I would like to be in uniform w...ith a patrol car in the background, when we meet. The department can always use the publicity." Which will also help distract the eyes of the viewer, I thought.I didn't think I could get the Chief Deputy to refuse me permission to do the interview, since the Sheriff was a publicity whore, so I went immediately to the station to have a talk with. Its emergence was no doubt helped by the feelings of vulnerability all pregnant women feel at some time but having spent most of the last year sleeping with men other than my husband, in my case, it felt doubly unnerving.“There’s no way I’m going to answer that,” Pete mumbled into the back of my head. “There’s no answer that won’t get me into big trouble.”Although it had been a one-night encounter, my friend had dropped hints a few times that my husband’s performance in her bed had been. Now no one can come in because we are closed for the afternoon which is our normal custom. He asked if I was in a rush to go and I replied saying no I wasn’t. We can undress naked if you like he said. I told him fine by me and got out of the chair.From behind the other curtain I could hear noises and I was told by my barber that it was his brother getting fucked. Normally they would be upstairs doing it but with you arriving they couldn’t go there. He called out and spoke in Hindi and moments. “You do not have to kiss me,” he said, spacing his words for emphasis.“Just kiss me and let me go,” she moaned in frustration.He hesitated just a second or two, and then pulled her lips to his. He didn’t mash his lips against hers, like he had with Linda. Nor did he push his tongue into her mouth. Instead he gave her a warm, loose-lipped kiss that was tender, and gentle. He moved his lips on hers, breaking the kiss only to reapply it a fraction to the left, or two fractions to the right, making.