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by deirdre
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I still remember the first time my boss's wife came in. Stacy came
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in and said "Hello?" in this questioning voice that screamed that she
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was filled with curiosity and concern about me. Then I could feel
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her looking at me the whole time even when I wasn't facing her.
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It was clear she was wondering about her husband and me. But she
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really was worried over nothing: though George is pretty good
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looking, both of them are ten years older than me and I would be
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unlikely to think of George as dating material even if he weren't
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married. George seemed to find me attractive and he is a bit of a
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flirt, but he really didn't single me out. And he *did* pay attention
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to Stacy. And it's no wonder--I'd sure like to look like Stacy now,
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much less ten years from now! But there wasn't anything that *I*
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could say--to come right out and comment on it would be more likely
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to fan her fears than allay them. So I just ignored her attention and
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*innocent* questions.
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But she didn't seem to get over her worry. I didn't worry about it too
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much--I felt my job was secure and George didn't seem affected, but
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it did make me uncomfortable.
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One day Stacy came in and made small talk and looked like she was
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hiding her suspicions, and then she surprised me. She asked if I'd
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like to come over for dinner! Knowing her suspicions, I wondered
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what she were up to. What would she gain out of all this?
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I looked at her, trying to figure her out. She really did look good--
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and she dressed well too. For a second, I just seemed to be
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hypnotized by the sight of her, but then I realized I was sitting there
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like a fool and spoke up, accepting the invitation. But I couldn't help
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feeling some trepidation over what it would be like to be under her
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scrutiny for a *social* evening, but even so, I was curious.
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George came over to pick me up. When we arrived at their house,
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Stacy was dressed to kill. A small, tight knit black dress--showing
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a body which clearly was getting the attention of exercise. I forced
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myself to avoid staring at her. There was another *man* there! She
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was trying to set me up! They introduced him as Ken and told me he
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had just moved into the neighborhood. He was very good looking and
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about my age, but I am always suspicious when surprised like that
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and couldn't warm up to him.
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We had wine and started dinner and I could see that Stacy was trying
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to draw me and Ken out. She talked to him when she couldn't get
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much out of me and she even flirted with him a little! Well, as the
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evening wore on and we all had more wine, I noticed that Stacy's
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attention to Ken hadn't abated. I wondered whether she had
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forgotten her mission.
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Finally George took me home. Well, actually, half way home he
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paused and said "Let's go see something," and turned around and went
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back. He parked a couple houses down and drew me into their
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backyard to their windows. We peeked in. I couldn't believe we were
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doing this.
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We got to their bedroom, and sure enough, Ken and Stacy were in
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there, locked in embrace! George watched a while. They didn't
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undress or anything, but just stood there, kissing. I snuck a peek at
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George and a feeling of sympathy washed over me. I unobtrusively
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moved over until our shoulders were touching. I thought he might
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turn to me right then and there. But we just watched.
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They still kissed. Seeing Stacy so passionate like that did
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something to me. I got impatient with them--it was time to get on
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with it! I was about to see him pull off that little dress.
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Finally, he started doing just that. I couldn't breath, and I pressed
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my shoulder against George, a little harder. But George pulled away
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from the window, immediately pulled me around the house to the
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front door and opened it noisily. We entered the living room as Stacy
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and Ken were sort of stumbling into the room themselves. Having
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seen them, it was obvious that they were anxious about things.
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George gave Stacy this strange look and she had the look of a bird
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hypnotized by a snake. Without taking his eyes of Stacy, George
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suggested that Ken take me home and we left them there like that.
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Ken took me home and I was soon in bed, alone, laying awake. You
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wouldn't believe what fantasies I've been having since that evening.
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