"Sam Rosen shrugged his shoulders and opened the passenger side door. "Climb in, ladies." I can sit in the back," said Darla."Sam doesn't like it when... people ride in the back of his big black monster. He says it makes him feel like a chauffeur. Of course, if you'd rather not sit between us, you can always look for another ride." Darla nodded and reluctantly scooted into the middle. She was fated to sit between Brenda and Sam but it was a relatively short ride home. What could happen?"Would you. His wife was flirting with strangers.By now Rupali and I had synchronised our gym timings and were hitting the gym within minutes of each other. On the lucky day it just so happened that there was just the two of us in the gym. Somehow none of the other patrons had come in. Even the Gym caretaker had got bored and went out and sitting in his office going through some paper work.So we were going through the routine work out when Rupali started touching me at all possible chances. I thought it. Mrs. M caught my glance, "ah yes, the contents of that box. That is what we're here to talk about."My face felt hot, but I tried to tell myself there was no way anyone saw. Picking up a remote from her nightstand, Mrs. M lowered the television screen and began to play security footage from the week prior.There I was, poking around Mrs. M's dressing room, peeking inside the large red gift box. Inside the box I found what had to be the finest handmade lingerie money could buy. A bespoke silk. "She shrugged."I got paid extra to clean them this morning," she said, "I had some extra help on the stead so the next couple days, it won't be any problem."He nodded."I'll be in the tack room if you need me."Ah yes, she thought, his office away from the house. It had been an actual tack room once but it had since been renovated into two compartments, an office and a groom's room containing of a cot and a chest of drawers for clothes. Only they hadn't needed to house anyone in it this.