“I told you, I love ice cream.”“I mean me. Why did you bring me here?”“I asked you if you wanted ice cream too, and you said yes.” This ti...me her tone didn’t sound quite so genuine.“You know what I mean,” he said.“I don’t know,” she said. That sounded uncomfortable.“I don’t want pity,” he said. It was his mantra.“I can’t help but feel some of that,” she said. “Nobody could look at your situation and avoid that.” The way she said it made pity sound like a natural consequence of being human. “I. I had told my wife that I was going fishing. I don’t know what she told her husband. I pulled up next to her car on a side road and got in the backseat with her. We started kissing and immediately I started feeling her braless tits. She had a button up shirt on so as we kissed I buttoned it and started rolling her hard nipples between my fingers. After a few minutes I leaned over and started sucking first one then the other nipple and licking her whole tits. I was rubbing her pussy through her. It's a subcontractor gig. They will just be one of many clients, I hope." I said."But I like it here," she said."Trust me Oz, you wouldn't like it here, if you knew the things that go on," I said. "But you do have a point. No sense you paying rent on a place for the next few months. I think I'm going to move the operation somewhere warmer," You mean somewhere like Florida?" she asked all excited."I was thinking more like on the coast right here. We get warm southern breezes and hardly any snow. In four days, he is bringing a very important client home for dinner, and I have lost the key to the wine cabinet. The client is a wine-snob, and my husband wants him to think that my husband is as knowledgeable as he is about wines."I lost the key to the damned cabinet, and I have to produce one pretty damned quick to save my marriage! I can't just call in a locksmith to open the cabinet because my husband wants to make a production of how he keeps his best wines locked away from casual.