She stepped back from the mirror and stared at her reflection. She could imagine how Walt Morrow would react to her. The redhead shivered at the thought of his arms about her. Her tits swelled as she fancied his hands covering them and slowly massaging her nipples into pulsing desire. She closed her eyes and remembered how his hardening cock had felt against her today at the office. She had a catch in her breath as she realized just how much she had wanted to meet hint after work.

She could meet him now! Tom would be boozing it at the tavern for three hours or longer. She had plenty of time to drive to his apartment. She could drive over, let him bring her to a slow, dreamy fulfillment, and be back home long before her husband ever staggered in. The mere thought of it sent a shudder through her body.

No, she couldn't. She just couldn't. Maybe it was because she wanted to so badly that she couldn't. If Walt were as good as she imagined, then how could she ever come back to the frustrations of this bedroom? No! It was just too much to handle. Besides, she didn't know where his apartment was located. Too bad, she told herself. She tried to get her breathing back to normal, then saw the telephone book on the nightstand.

Sheila stared at the book as though frightened by it. It seemed to glow before her. Her knees were weak and watery as she stepped to the bed and sat down. Her hands trembled as she pulled the volume across her legs. She was only satisfying her curiosity, she insisted. That's all it was, mere curiosity. Still, her heart skipped a beat when she spotted his name on the page. She felt a lump in her throat, a warmness in her breasts. Her eyes were drawn to the name and the address which accompanied it. Damn! He lived so close to her! She could be at his apartment in fifteen minutes.