As she ran her hand through her blonde hair, she wished things weren't so boring. Little did she know how much she later wanted to take that wish back....She had been working at her current company for around two years now under the company's owner, thirty-one year old Ryan Green. In the process she had gotten married recently and unfortunately she and her husband were seeing difficult times lately.Both had full time jobs and were barely making ends meet. She hated her job, but it was better than. She had hinted we could turn it into an unofficial honeymoon but I managed to change the subject quickly because there is a big difference between being a bachelor at large and running home at night to the wife and kids changing the whole fabric of one’s existence.At least it was good to get a break from the pressures of finding the bad guys and closing cases that demanded full attention.The newspaper was filled with rank speculation about a high-up connected guy that was under lock and key in. I didn't care if we went to a dumpster; I just knew that I had to be with her. Fortunately, she had a Buick Electra which had a backseat as big as a living room. We got in the backseat, took our clothes off, and after a few minutes of heavy petting and kissing we proceeded to fuck like two animals.That was the start of our affair and during many other clandestine meetings we formed an incredibly close bond. I felt that I had finally found my soul mate; there was nothing that we didn't talk. "She looked absolutely beautiful. Her hair was down and surrounded her face. Her eyes sparkled, even in the dimmed light in the room, and her body had a radiance that I had not previously recognized. Perhaps it was the wine at dinner, perhaps the mood and the atmosphere, perhaps the knowledge of her unhappy marriage; whatever, I was intrigued and entranced with her. For the first time in my life, having sex had more meaning than just fucking. My desire to please her went beyond stroking my ego..