.and I always knew there was another shoe to drop she would drawout the word "well". " It seems... that... your secret got to the ownerand she is cool... with the idea of you working there". Amy showed apicture of you and the owner Ms. DeSalvo was impressed with your looksand style"."You've got to be kidding me!!!" as I threw a pillow at Becky. " Youthink I can work in a dress shop as Molly?" The 'what ifs' and 'whatwoulds' flew out of my mouth as I peppered Becky with my thoughts -those inner. I was having a mixed feeling of excitement and fear. I knew that I could get into trouble also so I tried to play safe.Me: Yes, definitely… but the fact is that you are married…S: Hmm… Married whose husband is abroad for the most part of the year.Me: So, are you planning to marry me after giving him divorce :D (smiley only to be on the safer side, so that she thinks I am joking).S: Not exactly marrying you… but something like that!!!Now, my heart started beating faster. I always had a fantasy. I wondered who was entertaining her, but I resisted the urge to tap into her hallway surveillance camera. Truth is I didn't care all that much.Monday morning I returned to my normal weekday activities. I rode the bike to Helen's Sit Down for breakfast. Which of course I would just go wash out at my earliest convenience.I thought about it as I rode toward her place. How was that really any different than what I did before. I didn't energize from the food, but I got something from it, then I. .. me too, babe. Hubby still not got a clue yet? ... Yeah well, he's a wimp and no doubt about it."By this time you can be sure I was paying real close attention. Rika isn't all that common a name, after all, and so, judging by the one-sided conversation I was listening to, she was fucking some creepy, scruffy looking guy behind my back. I mean, the guy was seriously a bum, by appearances. Long, greasy looking hair that looked to be falling out haphazardly,, chewed fingernails, scruffy face.