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    4 Granted
    By DATS HIM

      Since graduating from college, Simon and Melisa lived with her
    parent's at their large estate in Rhode Island. Melisa, more than Simon,
    wanted to move out, away from her rich father's influence. Even though
    he had the best intentions in the world, Melisa didn't want her husband
    conforming to her father's conservative way of life, which she felt
    Simon would if they remained living there. As it was, her husband could
    be a real stick in the mud at times, and Melisa didn't want him getting
    any worse.

      Her prayers were answered one day when Simon received an unexpected
    job offer from one of his old friends. The sexy, but spoiled, redhead
    used all of her charms and every trick she knew to coax Simon into
    accepting the offer, which was no small accomplishment since her father
    had a counter offer for a large pay increase and a better position
    within his corporation for Simon. In the end though, Melisa won out, and
    they moved away to Simon's home town in northern Wisconsin.
      Tonight, a week after their move, her husband's old high school
    friends were having a welcome home party at The Landing, a small lodge
    hidden deep in the woods. Away from their wives for the evening, Simon's
    buddies proceeded to get drunk out of their minds while telling Melisa,
    the only woman present, about the wild times they use to have together.
      After a couple hours of drinking and listening to their tall tales,
    Melisa began feeling the effects of the alcohol she had consumed. In yet
    another toast made by someone, she gulped down her fifth shot of
    whiskey. Melisa, feeling no pain and more than a little horny, then
    started giving her husband some not-so-subtle suggestions about how
    amorous she was. With a drink in her hand and sporting a devilish grin,
    the petite redhead un-characteristically walked up to him and asked
    Simon to go outside, suggestively squeezing his buns and winking at him.
    Simon grumbled, "Maybe, later."

      Finally slipping away from the boisterous crowd an hour later, Melisa
    walked over to the far end of the patio behind The Landing. The view was
    incredible. It was a clear and cloudless night with a huge, bright full
    moon hanging in the sky. Like the largest light bulb ever created, the
    moonbeams sparkled off the water of the lake below, bathing the
    surrounding forest and patio in a soft white glow. When she reached the
    railing, Melisa noticed the shadow of someone off to the side, but she
    was too horny to concern herself with one of her husband's drunk
    friends.

      Slowly turning around, she tilted her head back, and parted her lips
    for a kiss. His hands immediately went to her breasts as he bent down to
    kiss her. Melisa felt him groping around at the top of her expensive
    dress, almost ripping it, as he tried to get his hands inside. He
    finally pushed her dress from her shoulders and pulled it down. His
    touch felt like fire when his fingertips finally dipped inside the lace
    cups of her bra. Melisa could feel his urgency, his desire, and she was
    happy that it matched hers. She heard a slight tear, then a loud rip. In
    his lustful state he had torn her bra apart. The round curves and
    softness of her large breasts were now totally exposed to the night air.
    Melisa didn't care that he had ripped her bra. She had waited three long
    hours for this, and a torn piece of clothing wasn't going to dampen her
    excitement.

      He pinched her already hardened nipples while his lips continued to
    crush and smother hers in a sloppy kiss. Melisa moaned her hunger into
    his open mouth. He dropped his hands and seized the undulating cheeks of
    her firm ass. Because he was 6' 4" and she was only 5' 5", even with 3"
    heels on, their embrace didn't last long. Already Melisa's neck was
    getting sore from leaning back at such an awkward angle. Breaking their
    kiss, she pressed her hands against his chest, and stepped back a bit.

      Simon's heart almost stopped beating when his wife reached out to open
    his jeans. With lust in her eyes, Melisa quickly undid his pants, and
    pushed them and his underwear down to his ankles. Dropping to her knees
    in front of him, Simon held his breath as Melisa teasingly licked and
    kissed her way slowly up his thighs. He gritted his teeth when her lips
    parted, and she encircled the crown of his dick with them. Simon though
    his head would explode when his wife's mouth began to suck and swallow
    his now completely hard shaft. Her saliva was making his dick glisten
    like the lake below them. In the two years they had known each other,
    Melisa had never sucked him off before. Simon was too stunned by the
    sight of her luscious, red lips sliding up and down his thick rod to say
    anything to her now. While she gently fondled his testicles with her
    right hand, his wife reached around and massaged his ass with her other
    one. Melisa then began moaning in delight as her mouth proceeded to
    steadily increase its loving action. Almost ready to climax, he reached
    for the back of her head, but Melisa removed her mouth from his cock and
    raised herself up.

      "I can't wait any longer. I want you to fuck me. Right here, right
    now!" his wife panted as she lifted her dress up to her waist and spread
    her feet apart.

      Simon had tried telling her that The Landing wasn't as fancy as the
    places back east, only a local hang out for the loggers and a few
    sportsmen who knew of it, but Melisa insisted on dressing up for the
    party anyway. In the bright moonlight, the sight of her shapely legs
    encased in tan nylons and perched atop a pair of high heels was the most
    erotic vision Simon had ever seen. When Melisa's trimmed, red pussy
    hairs came into view, Simon was shocked. He didn't know she had left the
    house without wearing any panties.

      With the top of her dress down and the bottom of it raised, Melisa
    hoped she looked like a woman begging to be fucked. That's what she was,
    and that's what she wanted to look like. It had been over a month since
    Simon had fucked her last, and Melisa thought she'd die if she didn't
    get fucked now.

      With ease, he lifted her 105 pound frame up and kissed her hard on the
    mouth. Melisa wrapped her arms and legs around him, kissing him back
    with a passion Simon didn't know she had. When her silky legs surrounded
    his mid-section and she locked her ankles together, he cupped the cheeks
    of her small ass in the palms of his hands. With one swift and powerful
    thrust, his entire cock pierced and buried itself inside her pussy.
    Melisa suddenly broke their kiss and cried out. Savoring the way his
    cock had enlarged and filled her pussy so completely, his wife held
    herself steady for a moment. Every nerve in her body tingling with
    excitement, and a barrage of fireworks was going off behind her tightly
    closed eyelids. After the initial wave of pleasure passed, Melisa looked
    into his eyes and in a throaty whisper said, "It's been so long!" His
    wife then crushed her mouth over his in another wet and passionate kiss.
    Simon was shocked that his prim and proper wife from the east coast
    could ever act this way.

      "Come on, baby, really give it to me. Fuck my brains out! Faster!
    Faster!" Melisa hissed as she began to wildly bounced up and down,
    impaling herself upon his cock with every once of energy she had.
      Simon was starting to feel dizzy, and wasn't able to stand on his own
    two feet any longer. While Melisa continued to fuck him like some sex-
    starved nymphomaniac, Simon weakly dropped down to sit on the wooden
    bench by the railing.

      Melisa cried out again, "Come on, honey, fuck me faster! Please, baby,
    faster! I'm almost there. Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!"
      Suddenly, Simon became sick to his stomach. Just in time, he leaned
    over the patio and heaved his guts out.
      After Melisa straightened out her clothes, she kissed him one more
    time then went back to rejoin the party. Simon threw up again when the
    man who just fucked his wife followed her inside.

      "Good morning, sleepy head." he heard a soft and far away voice say.
      The throbbing pain started as soon as Simon opened his eyes. Melisa
    leaned forward and gently kissed her husband on the forehead, while her
    hand ducked under the covers.
      "How could you?" was all Simon said, not even flinching when Melisa's
    cold fingertips touched his crotch.
      "Hey, I did everything I could last night to get you to... you know...
    make love to me. I'm still horny, Simon."
      The pain in his temples was replaced by a dizziness as blurred images
    of the scene he witnessed on the patio at The Landing came back to him.
    Melisa's silky legs were wrapped around another man. Another man's huge
    hands were squeezing her tiny ass cheeks as she furiously leaped up and
    down on him. Another man's tongue was probing her open mouth in an eager
    kiss. Simon closed his eyes in torment. Was it all just a bad dream? Did
    he only imagine that Melisa had sex with someone else last night? His
    wife mistook his confused look as a sign of a hangover.
      "Do you want something for your headache, or how about some
    breakfast?" Melisa asked as she slipped out of bed and threw her robe
    on. "Maybe after you're feeling better, we could... mess around."
      "Mess around?" Simon said, then mumbled under his breath as she walked
    out of their bedroom, "That's not what I'd call it!"
      Melisa was right about one thing though, Simon was experiencing the
    worst headache of his life. It had been a long time since he went out
    drinking with the guys, and now it was time to pay the piper. His
    stomach did a sudden flip-flop, and he made a mad, stumbling dash for
    their bathroom.
      On his knees in homage, Simon had no offering for the porcelain god.
    His belly was empty. All he could do was listen to his gut wrenching
    prayers as they echoed around in the rotund bowl, making his head pound
    that much more. His stomach began hurting from the violent convulsions
    it was going through trying to present anything in praise to the short,
    white deity he was kneeling in front of, but it had nothing to give.
    Like a rejected beggar, Simon bowed his head and implored the powers to
    be for mercy. The icy-cold, ceramic altar was soothing his forehead when
    his silent petition was answered. The toilet seat came crashing down on
    the back of his neck.
      "Oh, honey, are you okay?"
      Simon turned toward the compassionate voice he heard, and looked up
    through the hallow-like hole above his head.
      "My, oh, my! Don't we look green." Melisa said and then started
    laughing.
      "It's not funny!" Simon groaned, half in anger, half in self pity.
      "From where I'm standing, you look funny. Here," Melisa said as she
    grabbed her husband's arm and helped him to his feet, "get back to bed.
    You'll need to sleep this one off."
      After making him take some asprin with a full glass of orange juice,
    Melisa tucked her husband into bed like a little boy.

      "JESUS H. CHRIST! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED!" came the shout that woke
    him up.
      "Leave me alone!" Simon grumbled, not bothering to open his eyes to
    see who was there.
      "Hey, Mel, you got any coffee made?" Simon's best friend Bob, yelled
    out.
      "It should be ready in a few minutes."
      "Come on, those muskies are practically dying to jump in the boat,
    LETS GO!"
      All Bob got was another tortured grunt.
      "Did Simple Simon have too much to drink last night? Does his little
    head hurt?" Bob teased.
      "ASSHOLE!"
      "PUSSY!"
      "Double asshole!"
      "Weekend Weed Whacker!"
      Simon opened his eyes at his friend's last jab. He remembered it was a
    derogatory nickname the locals called all the city people.
      "What the hell are you doing here? It's not even..." then Simon
    remembered they were suppose to go fishing this morning.
      "Damn, what did those people on the east coast do to you?" Bob said,
    then quickly yanked the covers off of Simon.
      "Hey, Melisa, Simon's got one of them retractable fishing rods and the
    line's all tangled up! You better get in here and help this poor boy,
    cause I sure as hell ain't!"
      "OKAY, I'm up already! Now get the hell out of here while I get
    dressed!"
      "Never mind. False alarm." Bob shouted.
      In the kitchen, Melisa sarcastically stated, "Another one!"

      "I need to ask you something, Bob."
      "No, we're not going in! I don't care how many times you throw up, or
    how green you get. I'm always out here until I get my quota, so don't
    ask again."
      "It has nothing to do with that." Simon said.
      "What is it then?"
      When his friend didn't answer, Bob turned his head around. Simon
    seemed to be looking at something in the distance, so Bob followed his
    line of sight, and tried to figure out what it was. Seeing nothing out
    of the ordinary, he asked again, "Well, you going to tell me what's on
    your mind?"
      Confused, hurt, angry and still hung over, Simon said, "Never mind."

      Melisa was so startled to hear the knocking at the front door that she
    almost dropped the box of crystal she was carrying into the dinning
    room. Setting it on the table, she yelled out, "I'll be right there!" A
    man wearing only a T-shirt and jeans, his back turned to the door, was
    standing on their porch. Boy!, she thought, They sure grow them big up
    here! Melisa suddenly realized she was still only dressed in her short
    robe. She jumped when the man began knocking again. Opening the door up
    enough to stick her head out, the half-naked housewife asked, "What can
    I do for you?"
      "Hi there! My name's Jack. Sorry to bother you, but can I use your
    phone? My truck got a flat and I need to call somebody out here. It's
    just down the road a bit." he said with a smile.
      "Don't you have a spare?" Melisa asked, afraid to let a stranger in
    the house, especially the way she was dressed.
      "Don't I wish! Listen, I haul logs for the mill, so it's not my rig,
    but if I'm not back by a certain time, I'll be in deep shit. Look, I
    just need to let them know I got a flat, then I'll go back out there and
    wait for them to send somebody to fix it."
      "Where are my manners? I'm sorry. Come in, the phone is in the living
    room." Melisa said as she opened the door all the way.
      Jack stepped in and followed her as she walked past him after closing
    the door. Tom was right. Not only was the redhead beautiful, but she had
    a fantastic body! She was a little small for his taste, but if
    everything else Tom said was true, he could overlook that. When Melisa
    turned around to face him and point at the phone on a table by the wall,
    Jack had to swallow his heart. The red haired beauty before him had the
    biggest pair of tits he'd ever seen on a woman her size.
      While Jack was on the phone, Melisa knew she should have gotten
    dressed. Every time she turned around the man's eyes were on her. It was
    like he didn't care if anyone was on the other end of the line. Her
    cheeks turned red and her pulse quickened when she saw his gaze fix upon
    her breasts. Pulling her robe together to hide herself from his stare
    only seemed to make Jack's eyes grow larger. Looking down, she noticed
    the thin material of her short, white satin robe was stretched tightly
    across chest, making her erect nipples even more visible. Completely
    embarrassed for getting excited just from having a man look at her,
    Melisa ran into the kitchen.
      "I've got to hand it to you, Tom, you were right." Jack said when the
    woman disappeared. "She sure is something else! How long have I got?"
      "Well, it's only nine and she's probably sober by now, so be here when
    everybody gets back from lunch." his boss said.
      "Thanks! See you at one." Jack replied as he hung up the phone.
      Now all he had to do was figure out a way of getting the redhead to
    let him stay in the house while a fictitious emergency truck repaired
    his fictitious flat tire.
      "Say, lady!" he called out, "Can I use your bathroom?"
      "It's the first door on the left, down the hallway."
      When she heard the man close the bathroom door, Melisa raced from the
    kitchen and into her bedroom. She hurriedly straightened up the bed,
    threw the clothes she wore last night into the closet and took her robe
    off. After wiggling into a tight pair of pink bikini panties, she
    searched for a matching bra in her dresser drawer. From the corner of
    her eye, Melisa saw something move, and bolted upright in surprise.
      Less than two feet away, Jack was standing in the open doorway to the
    adjoining bathroom. He didn't say anything, didn't even apologize for
    sneaking up on her, but then he didn't have to. The way he was looking
    at Melisa said it all. Before, when he was on the phone, his looks were
    appreciative, even complimentary. Now, there was something else in his
    eyes, and Melisa started to tremble. Jack was awed by the near flawless
    set of tits the young redhead had. And her nipples! My God, they were
    the most perfectly shaped little nubs he had ever laid eyes on!
      The two of them just stood there, both with their mouth open and both
    wanting something different. Neither knew what the other's next move was
    going to be, so they both were afraid to move. Wearing only a flimsy
    pair of panties, Melisa felt vulnerable and helpless. On the other hand,
    Jack couldn't remember the last time he was this sexually aroused. It
    was certain they couldn't just let the tension keep building up between
    them, one of them had to do something, but which one was going to make
    the first move?
      Last night, Melisa had too much to drink, and just got carried away.
    That's all it was. Yet, like last night, she could feel her pussy
    beginning to moisten, and she became embarrassed again. The young wife
    looked down, to keep the man from seeing the way she was blushing. Her
    heart skipped several beats, and she stopped breathing. The man's cock
    was sticking out of his open jeans, coming to life, bouncing slightly as
    it grew larger and stiffer. Her nipples hardened all the more at the
    sight, and Melisa became ashamed from the way she was reacting.
      Tentatively, Jack raised his right hand. Melisa flinched at his sudden
    movement, but stood her ground. Slowly he reached out to her. The sigh
    the redhead made after his hand covered and gently squeezed her left
    breast told Jack all he needed to know. He reached out with his other
    hand and began slowly squeezing both her tits. Melisa legs wobbled, and
    another sigh escaped from her still open and suddenly dry mouth. Jack
    released her breasts, and his hands slid to her rib cage. Melisa clamped
    her eyes shut and bit her lower lip as she raised her head. Her mouth
    opened with a soft and pleading moan as his hands surrounded her slim
    waist. She felt his fingers at her hips, hooking themselves inside the
    only piece of clothing she had on. Like a hot knife through butter, Jack
    ripped her panties on both sides.
      Melisa's only response was to look up, not in surprise, but in
    anticipation of his next move. Jack noticed the change in her and
    reached down. Melisa's legs parted, and he lazily pulled the torn and
    useless panties from between her quivering thighs. At that moment, they
    both knew she was his. Melisa, almost in a trance, walked over to the
    bed. She couldn't believe that she was again going to fuck a man she
    didn't even know!

      "That makes twelve, six each, right?"
      "Yeah, yeah, I know. Jesus, Simon, you really look like shit! How
    about we get you a little hair of the dog that bit you?"
      "I just want to go back to bed." Simon said as he put his fishing gear
    away.
      "By the way, don't forget you and Mel are suppose to come over tonight
    for dinner. Sue's been dying to meet your wife." Bob said.
      "I meant to ask you about that. How come nobody else brought their
    wife or girlfriend last night?"
      "I'm not suppose to tell you this, but all the girls are planning a
    big surprise dinner for you two day after tomorrow. Tell Mel to be
    prepared, too. Some of them are pissed at her for catching you. I'm
    pretty sure she'll even hear some catty remarks from Sue tonight."
      "Look, Bob, I only dated Sue once, then stepped aside when you told me
    how you felt about her."
      "Shit, I'm not accusing you of anything. I wouldn't mind being in your
    shoes, though. A lot of the other guys feel the same way. We're just
    jealous. Hell, you were the star jock at school, had your pick of any
    girl you wanted, got a nice scholarship, married a gal who's not only
    the sexiest creature on earth, but comes from a rich family to boot! You
    guys are the envy of the whole town, so you better get use to it. The
    same goes for the rest of us. Yeah, I'm a little jealous, too, but I am
    what I am. Just do me a favor, will you?"
      "What's that?" Simon asked his friend.
      "Don't let it go to your head. As far as I can tell, all your success
    hasn't changed you. Try to keep that way."

      Simon waved from the dock as Bob pulled his boat away. The fresh air
    had done him some good. At least he wasn't sick anymore, and maybe only
    a short nap would get rid of his headache.
      As he walked up the hill to the lake front cottage they recently
    bought, Simon thought of asking Melisa about last night. He then decided
    it was best to get rid of his headache first. Besides, he still wasn't
    sure if he had really seen Melisa with another man, or if he had dreamed
    it all. Thankful that his wife wasn't around when he opened the door, he
    tossed his fish into the kitchen sink, and headed off to bed.
      Simon might as well have been shot with a gun when he opened his
    bedroom door. In a way, he was. This was no dream. This was real! His
    wife WAS with another man!
      Melisa was kneeling over his prone body. Her hands were clutching at
    his dick and balls, while her lips were sliding up and down his cock.
    Simon could see the obscene lump in her cheeks expand and move as a
    stranger's dick poked around inside his wife's sucking mouth. Simon
    could see Melisa's tiny hands stroking the thick shaft of the huge cock
    protruding from her lips. Simon couldn't see who the man was though. His
    head was trapped between Melisa's thighs, hiding him from view, as she
    lewdly smeared her pussy back and forth in a fucking rhythm on his face.
    The wet slurping sounds of their tongues and mouths on each others
    genitals made Simon sick to his stomach again. Their grunting, groaning
    and moaning made his head pound more painfully. The brokenhearted Simon
    wanted to die on the spot!
      Melisa shamelessly made love to the man's cock with her mouth and
    tongue as her fingers played with his hairy scrotum below her chin. Her
    dainty hands then firmly grasped the base of his cock, and with ever
    increasing speed, she began stroking his dick with both hands while her
    head bobbed up and down. Melisa twisted her face in a corkscrew motion
    and her hands continued to fly rapidly over the man's shaft until he
    finally ejaculated. She suddenly gagged when his cock briefly forced its
    way into her throat. She then moaned loudly in orgasm as vast amounts of
    thick gooey cum poured from her lips and began running down the dick she
    was still wantonly sucking.
      Simon didn't see or hear any of this. He had rushed outside, racing
    aimlessly up their driveway and then down the road. With tear stained
    eyes, he looked up when he heard a car coming from behind.
      "Well, hello there stranger! Long time no see. Hop in, I'll give you a
    ride." a cheerful woman's voice said.
      Like a zombie, Simon walked around to the other side of the car and
    got in.

      Letting the hot water of the shower pelt her still tingling body,
    Melisa shook her head. She felt guilty for cheating on her husband a
    second time, but she also felt marvelously satisfied and very relaxed,
    something she hadn't felt in a long time. Melisa really did love Simon,
    and knew that what she did was wrong, but she just couldn't help
    herself.
      Two years ago, before she ever met her husband, Melisa's sex life was
    phenomenal. She was one of the most sought after girls on campus, and
    with good reason. Melisa thought college was nothing but a four year
    orgy and very seldom turned down a chance to have sex. She had no qualms
    about letting any of her dates get into her panties. The guy had to be a
    real geek if he couldn't get between her legs, and even then, Melisa
    would at least give him head. As far as she was concerned, the only
    thing in life that could come close to having a stiff cock was shopping.
      Melisa knew everybody thought she was a slut, but it didn't matter
    because no one would dare say it to her face. Her family's status in the
    community prevented that. It was also the reason for her wild behavior.
    The strict rules and conduct she had to abide by at home didn't apply
    when she wasn't there. Her father's dated codes of what a lady should
    act like always collided her unbridled spirit. And after high school,
    she became even more rebellious toward him.
      All of this seemed to change when she started seeing Simon. It was as
    though her popularity had dropped to zero. All the guys stopped asking
    her out, and wouldn't even flirt with her anymore. At 6' 5" and the
    middle linebacker for the football team all four years he was there,
    Simon was an imposing figure that nobody wanted to mess with, but Melisa
    didn't take this into account. She thought men didn't find her
    attractive anymore. In a way, this was all right, because she fell in
    love with Simon, and didn't want her past indiscretions to ruin their
    relationship.
      But, within six months after they got married, Melisa began to feel
    unwanted and repressed again. Even though she always wore the sexiest
    clothes she could lay her hands on, Simon didn't seem to want her.
    Before they moved, her confidence plummeted to an all time low because
    he hadn't fucked her in over a month. She couldn't understand why Simon
    didn't want to fuck as much as she did. Melisa just couldn't go that
    long without sex, and didn't know how her husband could.
      Sure, she enjoyed fucking the guy last night and the one this morning,
    it helped take the edge off her sexual appetite. But she really didn't
    want to fuck them, she wanted Simon to fuck her. "Well, if my own
    husband won't screw me, at least I know other men still want to." she
    said aloud when she stepped out of the shower. As degrading a thought as
    this was, Melisa decided it wasn't her fault. She also made up her mind
    that she'd fuck someone else again if Simon didn't start paying more
    attention to her.

      It was only eleven o'clock in the morning and already Simon was well
    on his way to getting bombed. He picked up the tenth shot glass from the
    neatly lined row of twelve, and gulped the fiery liquid down in a single
    swallow. Janice was still sitting across from him, talking up a storm
    about something or other. He didn't know what she was saying, or did he
    really care. She had been yakking away ever since she picked him up on
    the side of the road. He looked at her through the empty thick shot
    glass. All he could see were two distorted red lines, opening and
    closing.
      "You still suck cock?" he blurted out.
      Totally stunned, Janice sat there with her mouth hanging open as Simon
    continued his one sided conversation.
      "I didn't think my wife did, but she does. She's a pretty good at it
    too, opens her mouth up real wide and plays with your balls. You play
    with the balls when you suck a guy's cock?"
      When the bartender looked their way because Simon wasn't being so
    quiet anymore, Janice leaned forward and said, "Why don't I take you
    home now, Sy. I think you've had enough."
      "Is she with him?" he mumbled.
      "What?"
      "Is she still with him?"
      "Simon, you're not making any sense. What are you talking about?"
    Janice asked, not really understanding him.
      Leaning over the table the way Janice was, Simon got to within inches
    of her face and said, "My wife and some other guy are playing hide the
    salami in our own fucking house!"
      "I don't believe it! You're just imagining things. Why, from what I've
    heard, your wife sounds like a real nice girl."
      "I saw it with my own eyes! Melisa was sucking this guy's cock and
    rubbing her pussy all over his face, right there in the middle of our
    own fucking bed!"
      "Listen, Simon, why would any girl in her right mind want to run
    around on you? Besides, name one guy in this neck of the woods who would
    even dare think of doing something like that with your wife. Hell, you
    only moved back a couple of weeks ago. Nobody's even met her yet!"
      Janice truly believed what she was telling her former boyfriend,
    because that was how she felt. Six years ago, they were the hottest item
    in town. Janice had dreams of marrying Simon one day and living happily
    ever after, but then things changed. When he received a full scholarship
    to a university on the east coast, she was happy for him, but also sad
    because her plans for getting him to ask for her hand in marriage were
    put on hold. The day Simon left for college, Janice thought her life
    ended. She would have waited until Hell froze over, if he asked her to,
    but never Simon did. Janice was completely shattered, and blamed herself
    for letting him get away. Even though she had married someone else since
    then, she still loved, and often dreamed of Simon. Janice doubted that
    Melisa was cheating on him, but maybe, just maybe, this was the second
    chance she'd been hoping and praying for.
      Simon, for the first time since she picked him up, really looked at
    Janice. Her soft chestnut hair was longer than it use to be, and her
    face was thinner, but Janice was still very attractive. She still has
    that look, Simon thought. Janice's deep brown eyes were what attracted
    him to her in the first place. When they were alone in the past, which
    was often, she would give him a look that was adoring, while at the same
    time very sultry. She was giving him that look now, and the old feelings
    for her were starting to come back. Simon reached out to hold Janice's
    hand, but she jerked it back quickly.
      "Let me get you home." she said as she gathered up her things.
      "I told you, I don't want to go home."
      "Well, I can't stay here all day, Sy. I've got shopping to do and a
    house to clean. I really have to go."
      Feeling sorry for himself again, Simon leaned back in his chair and
    said, "I'll be fine, why don't you take off."
      Driving away and leaving Simon at Don's tavern, Janice began thinking.
    If his wife was really cheating on him, she could get Simon back. She
    had heard the rumors about her own husband's infidelities and figured
    that all she had to do was wait around and catch him in the act, then
    file for a divorce. Janice suddenly pounded on the steering wheel when
    she realized exactly what she was thinking about. "Damn it, Simon!", she
    yelled, "Why did you have to come back?" and then she started crying.

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