He watched her walking toward the house they had once lived in together. He had asked her to meet him. Here, in the park, across from the house. Anxious, he had arrived early. He wouldn't have recognized her. This wasn't the woman he had left ten months ago. He would have walked right by this woman on the street. Well, no. No red blooded American male would have walked right by her. They would take one look and go brain dead, mouth hanging open. This woman walking toward him was a stunning, sensual woman. Like a living wet dream. No, this wasn't his wife. He was glad he had come early. He...
He watched her walking toward the house they had once lived in together. He had asked her to meet him. Here, in the park, across from the house. Anxio...
