"Do you need a ride home?" he asked, strolling from his car over to yours.An innocent shrug. "I don't usually drink wine."He smiled. "I know."You smil...ed back. "Yes, please."He knew from the way you were looking at him. He started to ask directions to your place but was silenced when you started rubbing his thigh methodically back and forth. A glance and he knew what you wanted, what you needed.He parked the car and got out, coming around to open your door. He offered a hand to help you out and. I knocked the door and waited for 5 min then she came and opened the door and she was literally happy to see me there .And she hugged me and took me to her room and she was showing me her childhood photos and stuff .after sometimes she went to bring some snacks from kitchen, meanwhile I took her smartphone which she kept on table . I took her smartphone casually not to suspect her and there were no magazines around there. She made my pic as her wallpaper n small smile gone through in my face. Hecould not believe how he looked in the pumps. The resemblance to the girlin the mirror was uncanny from everything below his neck."You may just pull this off," John mused aloud."Glad to hear your coming over to my side," Jackie noted aloud."I'm all in," John replied, consciously using Jackie's voice.John turned on his heels and strolled away from the mirror and out of hisbedroom. His pumps clicked on the wood floor of the hallway before hemade his way into his bathroom to apply his. Once again he tried to compare Sharon to Sandy and Beth.It was certainly a difficult task, one he wanted to think on leisurely over the next day or two, not wanting to be too influenced by the last person he had made love to and thus inadvertently or rashly make the wrong decision.After all, he was about to commit a lot of time and money to the one he chose. It could make or break his enjoyment of the coming year.Once he had checked into his hotel, Frank unpacked, got housekeeping to pick up.