‘Do I? I have no idea what you’re talking about, my dear,’ he said, winking at her. ‘Jake certainly is being a lazybones this morning, isn’t... he?’ Trudy commented, taking a sip of orange juice. ‘Well, I doubt that he got much sleep last night,’ Bill said, remembering the scene that had played out in front of his eyes much earlier that morning. ‘What with the heat of the last few weeks and then the storm that passed through. He’s just not used to this kind of weather. Let’s let him sleep in. I’ll. Like many women, she had quite an obsession with one-armed bandits and had often played for hours in amusement arcades when lucky enough to temporarily break away from her boring, narrow-minded husband. So the prospect of trying her luck on the more sophisticated betting office machines was a tantalising prospect. Emily seemed just as eager to give it a try as she was. "Come on, Mummy!" she laughed, "Let's go in and see if it's our lucky day!" The temptation proved irresistible. Annabell pushed. ‘So who was the lucky gal today? Was it Erin?’ Shaun stopped. ‘How do you know these things?’ he asked. She grinned at him. ‘I know you too well, my dear,’ she told him. ‘So did you get your rocks off, good and proper?’ ‘Well, yeah,’ he admitted, simply. ‘But what was I supposed to do? She gave me the eye — who am I to refuse a lady?’ ‘Erin is no ‘lady’,’ Christine muttered. ‘Oh Chris,’ Shaun scolded her, moving to the kitchen to fetch a drink. ‘Do tell me you’re not jealous of my attentions to. " She stopped, looking at her husband; his mouth was open, his face tight. "Oh, God, Ronnie, did you just...?"Ron exhaled deeply, and refocused his eyes before grinning. "Fuck," he whispered. "I couldn't stop it. That was hot!"She felt her eyes widen as her mouth dropped open. "Oh, Ron! From the story?" She broke into a sudden smile, and felt the squishy heat between her legs. "Well," she smiled, "you better have another one in you for me when we get home!" If you tell that story again, I.