“Please”, she said, her voice cracking on the brink of tears “I can give you money”. She started, pulling herself upright immediately and bringing her hand to her chest with a slight gasp, then “Jesus, you scared the shit out of me!”
Mason was pushing open the door and stepping into the room as Jenny rotated her legs from the bed to hang them over the side, looking at him, the initial shock subsiding and transforming into the question of why he was here at all. “Tell him I’ll call him tomorrow.” – she just lay there, eyes shut in the position he’d left her in. The blonde with the proportionate breasts had been substituted for a brunette with what he judged to be disproportionately larger breasts and a blouse. I’m your friend’s wife. “Whose hands?” she thought, hiding in the blackness of her tight-shut eyes. ‘There had to be a better way of seeing this guy,’ he thought, letting himself out into the cold night. What now? Below, his fingers were forcing up past her panties, into her body, clumsy and with no thought for what she might be feeling.
