"I’m going to go get my book," Patrick says.

Stacy said nothing. She just stood and watched him walk back towards the front of the store. Every so often Patrick would look back over his shoulder to look at her. She stood perfectly still, jutting her breasts out, with one hand resting on a cocked hip. Her head was held slightly upward giving her a sense of overconfidence. At one point Patrick almost ran into another customer. He excused himself and quickened his pace.

What was he thinking? How could he have let that woman do that? He was risking his marriage for god’s sake! But then, he couldn’t help thinking about how he should take a quick run into the restroom and alleviate a few problems. She had really gotten to him.

By the time he had made it all the way out to the car he had worked himself into a mental frenzy. So much of him wanted to return. The other half was screaming at him to stay put and leave well enough alone. What had happened so far was enough to supply him with plenty of wet dreams for years to come.