Victor followed her gaze outside, then turned back to his wife. He was finding her breasts looking quite provocative in the tight sweater she wore, and the more he gazed at her the more he was finding himself aroused. A delicious darkness was creeping into him and he wanted a good solid moment of carnal pleasure.
“Well then, maybe we can take advantage of the situation,” Victor suggested.
“Now?”
“Yes, why not? In fact, I was thinking the basement might be a nice change.”
“I hate the basement, Victor,” his wife said, her eyes pleading for her.”
“Oh, but you’ll love what I have planned,” he advised her.
“No, I won’t,” she countered. At the moment she was deeply disturbed by the two preceding conversations. There were no facts to back up her suspicions, but she had an awful feeling that
