Scary men who had trophy wives. Trophy wives that caught my attention. After years of fucking the old broads, these younger gorgeous ladies looked mig...hty appetizing to me.I had developed a smooth sophisticated way with the ladies and gained a reputation as a silver-tongued devil.Using my talents, I hit on Tiffany Colombo, the wife of an under boss. Tiffany was starved for sex as her hubby, Danny Colombo, had long neglected her for strippers at his Luv-A-Go-Go night club.She was ripe for the. The note was from me, telling myself that I needed to start my usual schedule. I was to disregard any mention of Royce, and find other ways to do things.I drank the fresh coffee, which I had brewed as I showered. Then I entered transportation into my index search. A picture of my red trike showed up. It stated that according to the gps tracker on the trike it was in the storage room of my building. The insert also gave me all the specifications on the trike.Armed with that information, I rode. I hadn?t realized until tonight that I was a bit of anarcissist. Now, my heart quickened, Kevin was standing there stilldamp from a shower, hair wet and slicked back out of his eyes. It waslike looking into a mirror only, not, because he was wearing a towel andI was still dressed in the workout clothes I?d worn to my interview.His body might be identical to mine, but the way he held himself, hishead cocked, one hand on a jutting hip, it was sexy and totallydifferent from me. He?d managed to. I drew back, excused myself and left. As fast as I could I left the theater. The cashier of the shop mustered me and smiled a bit, as he looked me in the eye. I think he must have seen panic and confusion. I got to my bike and drove home. At home I hid the clamps on top of my armoire. In the evening I fantasized about the day and thought about what had happened.My thoughts cirkled around the guy rubbing my nipples and how good that felt. I was totally confused and started to look after it on.