If he was waiting. She hadn't thought of that. Walt wouldn't be sitting there waiting to see if she might show up. She had made it all too clear that she'd never put out for him. He'd probably not even be home. If he was, he'd probably have some other girl there. He might have one of the younger girls from the office. He might have same other tenant of those apartments. He might even have Ruby. The brunette was older than girls Walt usually dated, but Ruby had bragged once about what a hell of a piece of meat the young executive had between his legs.

She could find out! She could dial his number and see if he was there. No! Sheila knew that she'd be unable to resist his voice. If she heard him over the phone, she'd be unable to turn him down again. She couldn't turn him down twice in the same day, not as horny as she felt right now.

She looked back at the telephone as she grabbed a coat from her closet. She paused at the door. The phone seemed to demand her to come to it, to pick it up. Sheila ran through the door, fighting the terrible impulse. She ran through the living room, pulling her coat over her shoulders as she stepped out into the evening air. The lovely young woman walked quickly to her car and drove away. She had to get to Tom. She had to escape the temptation to pick up the telephone. She drove rapidly to the tavern that her husband usually mentioned. She spotted it and pulled into the small parking lot next door. Sheila had almost gotten out of her car when she realized that Tom's car was not parked in the lot. She cranked her car again and drove slowly through the lot. No, there was no sign of Tom's old Chevy. It wasn't parked on the street out front, either.

The redhead was confused by the absence of his car. She turned into the street and drove on slowly, trying to remember any other taverns he might have mentioned. Nothing rang any bell in her memory. The girl fought back the immediate feeling of anger. She hadn't asked him where he was going and he hadn't told her. She couldn't accuse him of lying to her, not very well. Still, it rankled her that he wasn't where she had expected to find him.