A minute went by, then another minute. She knew he was standing over her, watching her body as it began to quiver from the tension. A gentle finger t...raced her jaw, throat, down to her breast. Both breasts were fondled, the hands squeezing and kneading for a full minute. In spite of herself, she felt the first stirrings of lust as her nipples went hard. The hands disappeared, and she felt teeth clamp on the sensitive right nipple and chew, lips sucked and pulled, and she found herself beginning. You want a piece of advice?”“Yeah.” That was why she was going there, to get advice.“Bring a pen and a large piece of paper with you. We’ll be sitting in sort of a circle. Take down the names as we introduce ourselves. Write them in sort of a diagram of where we are seated. The rest of us know each other. Then, for the first meeting, you have a cheat sheet for who is who. Maybe you don’t need it, but I did.”“Thanks.”“You’re the blonde who married Eric, aren’t you?”“Yeah.”“Well, I know you then,. She'd kick herself if she didn't at least give this a chance to go somewhere."Great," he said. "Where's good around here? I work near here, but I live a forty-minute ride away, so I don't know the area." He named a neighborhood that she knew. It seemed suited to him, or he to it; moderately affluent, but not pretentious. "Yeah," she said, "that's a bit of a hike. I'm not thrilled about living in the city, but this place is reasonable and I can walk to work." Where do you work?" he asked."The. ”“I thought I had a custom ring.”“The phone’s on vibrate. But I’m happy to chat anyway. Any break from the demons of the corporate world is welcome.” I smiled and left my desk so I wouldn’t be tempted to keep looking at the screen while we talked. It’s a bad habit. I plopped down in my recliner and clicked the light on over my one painting—a man looking out across the sea. It was painted by a dear friend back in high school and always makes me feel peaceful.“Cali has been going on nonstop about.