"But the point is, Laura," she went on, returning to the issue at hand, "when the serum first affected me I almost went out of my mind with desire for... James. I wanted to marry him."Wendy was startled. Neither Fran nor I had ever got round to telling her about this. "What, my husband? Fran, I'm surprised at you. You shameless hussy," she scolded with a smile."Don't worry," Fran assured her. "He was very loyal. We ended up having this preposterous argument Connie was talking about, but she's. I saved my butt, too, you know...”“Mizz Cindy,” my former copilot said, “If you hadn’t been there we’d be dead right now.”“I understand,” I said. “But it’s a good outcome. We’re okay.”Another one of the bunch said, “Darlin’, I need your contact info.”“Just a sec,” I said. I turned and went back in the plane, got my backpack, retrieved business cards. Passed ‘em out.Reporterette, as Dan calls ‘em. Kind of harried looking. Eight at night is outside her ‘looking good’ hours, I guess. Cameraman. Still angry for some reason she took off all of her clothes and threw them across the room and climbed into bed naked. While this was going on he just stood there with his mouth open. She had the greatest set of tits he’d seen, just beautifully shaped and firm. Her pussy was neatly trimmed and her ass was like a delicious apple and he wanted desperately to bite it.“I suppose you’re going to go to your den and sit at the computer again,” she growled from underneath the covers.“No I’m not,” he. Her five inch heels made her legs stand out when she stood or walked.Her hair, makeup, manicure with long red nails, and loads of jewelry made other men in the dining establishment to sneak looks at her without their wives noticing. She was an object of their lusts and fantasies. Many of the macho Latino males in her old neighborhood at Division and Cicero were angry that she married such a wimp of a white boy."I'm all for that," Myron looked her in the eyes. They were dark pools of lush raven.