Amy was always the tease. Amy was always the girl that drove guys wild with her body, her boobs, her ass, and while the week was a lot of fun, she was... hot as a firecracker in anticipation of when Alex would finally live out one of those fantasies he was always telling her – fuck her up against the cottage window with her body on full display, finger her under the table at a restaurant he would take her to, bring her to the pier and fuck her against the fence, not caring who saw them – and he. It certainly wouldn’t be the first.’ ‘So why do you stay with him? Why don’t you divorce him?’ I asked. ‘I still love him. I know, I know, I’m playing the fool but I just can’t seem to leave him,’ she said with a bit of a plaintive sigh in her voice. I heard the crackling voice of the conductor announce Porter Square over the subway car speakers. I wanted to say something but I choked on my words. ‘Well, this is my stop,’ she said. ‘Oh! It’s mine too,’ I was happy to relate. I hoped she’d be on. Water rains down and skates off my body; droplets momentarily lingering, before dripping off my stiff nipples. I put the sponge back on the shower rack and reach for the shower massager. I unhook it and change the setting to pulse and aim the water stream directly on my clit. My breath increases and everything is quiet around me like a pitcher on the mound during a game. My only focus is him. I can only see him. Feel him. Touch him. Taste him. Smell him. My craving for him consumes me and I. “And the people next door, Nick and Maria, seem lovely. Do you think they suspected what we had been up to earlier?”“I don’t think so; the walls are pretty thick; double solid brick, so they wouldn’t have heard us.”“I’m so excited about moving in, tomorrow I’ll see about getting the electricity and gas accounts done, and the phone on, too. I guess they have to come out for the phone, so that won’t be until Monday.”We talked about the place all the way home; discussing just where we would put.