X - I'm going to tell your wife!

&;#65279;From the quiet corner where she sat, watching his face
as he tried to hide. Becky smiled that knowing
smile and walked to the counter to pay for the meal. She could see that
he was embarrassed
at being caught out and how he moved down further into his seat. What
would his wife say?
If she ever found out! .

She knew what she had to do. She'd make sure that he was absolutely
aware of her presence. Whose knows what it might result in. So Becky
slowly walked up to him as she went for the door and in his full view
was about to say "Goodbye", just to add good measure and take pleasure
in his uneasiness.

She'd be seeing his wife later that day and wondered what excuses he'll
give, whilst at the same time considered if she could fill her purse
from the results of blackmail at keeping her silence. But as she came
to his table, he nearly choked as he'd been caught playing with fire.
"I know I'm not supposed to be eating this, I know it's not part of my
diet but, please, oh please, don't tell the wife"

She hovered by the table before finally sitting. Knowing the score,
"Well, what is it
worth", she'd fancied him for a while and her purse was already too
full. "My place or
yours" , she winked and getting up bent over and kissed the top of his
balding head. "I've
already paid for your meal now it's time to work off your access". She
grabbed his hand and without so much as what is to do, dragged him to
her car.

Later that evening she stood in the weight watcher's club with her
board, her excellent body well clad so as to give encouragement to her
clients. Her love for well-fed men made this an ideal job, she saw him
sitting with his face all red and flustered and trying not to meet her
eyes and Becky thought, 'A very satisfying job indeed! .'

? Lesley Roberts 9 September 2002