Others were clustered together, laughing, talking and making frequent trips to the bar.Others were clustered together, laughing, talking and making frequent trips to the bar. Mark had just finished dancing with the stocky woman from across the street and then began a discussion with her husband on the merits of his company re-carpeting their home, while Bob took Janet's arm and led her from den. "We're running low on scotch," Bob said, leaning close to her ear to make himself heard above the music. "Let's get the private stock from the wine cellar." The wine cellar turned out to be nothing more than the basement, and the private stock a case of beer icing down on a battered workbench. Still, Janet didn't think too much was amiss until she noticed Bob locking the door to the basement. "Isn't this better?" he said, stepping up to her and gently slipping his arms around her waist. "We can have our own private party." Janet laughed nervously and tried to back away. "Hey, now, don't get shy on me," he said, pulling her closer against his chest. "Just relax, this is supposed to be a get acquainted party, remember?" "Hummmm, maybe I should call a cop?" she said, feeling both panic and excitement passing through her body. He smiled and brushed himself against her. "You already called and, ta-da, here I am." He kissed her quickly on the lips, then made a little series of kisses along her neck. When she squirmed he pulled back a little. "Are you going to make me arrest you for being a cocktease?" She flashed a feeble smile. "I'm not sure I would like that," she whispered. Things were beginning to happen so quickly. Her head was practically spinning, and she didn't think it had much to do with the booze she'd had. Bob Spring was affecting her in a way that no man other than Mark ever had before. Bob, like Mark, had the broad shoulders and the hard body that she liked in a man. And Bob, again like Mark, was obviously an aggressive guy. The spinning continued as she went through a whole assortment of mixed feelings and conflicting signals. What was obvious was that she was horny and getting more so by the second! "You're fighting it, Janet, for some reason," he said, pulling her tighter. "You're fighting me and yourself. Why don't you stop pretending. |