Jason got up from where he was sitting on the lawn and walked towards the garage. When he got to where Mark was standing, he happened to glance in my ...direction. I almost laughed out loud when Jason did a classic double take, looking in my direction, looking away, then looking back in my direction as his head almost snapped off his neck. Jason, however, was not as bold as Mark. Although Mark stayed in one spot, Jason walked slowly to the garage and moved his bike to the side. I noticed that. “I carried her Eclairs the morning after. She has been calling me every day since. I think it’s so I won’t stop by again. I knew she put in for an extension of her days off,” I explained.“So did I Marion, I had to approve it. She looked pretty rough when she came to see me. Looked like she hadn’t eaten or slept at all since she shot the ass hole,” he said.“She told me she was fine last night,” I said. What I didn’t tell the Lt. was she said she needed to talk to me. I was worried that the gang. " He asked as he went over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. "Nah. I like the silk. Just grab me one and toss it here will you. I don't feel like getting up." She said with another yawn. "Yeah. Okay" he mumbled and pulled out a light blue nightgown. He turned to toss it to her and let out a whoosh of air. She'd already pulled her shirt off and thrown it to the floor. Her head was bent down as she struggled with the zipper on her jeans. Shiny blonde hair hung in front of her chest giving. We met on the subway train and hit it off then and there. He said, at the time, he was going through a divorce. I had no real way of knowing but to trust him. I do wonder if I was the "other woman" for a while. Now, he is happily divorced, and we live together in his Manhattan apartment. He is marvelous in bed, and makes me orgasm every time. Except for the fact he is rarely at home, we have a good relationship. However, there is a new guy at work, and I find myself instinctively attracted to.