Her Lover

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Angela sat down on the sofa feeling exhausted. The last two years had been rough on her. She had been pregnant with twins and lost them, her mother died, and a year ago her husband had been in a car accident that left him paralyzed from the waist down. When they got married he had insisted that she stay home instead of going back to work. She didn't like the idea at first, but agreed, thinking one day she would have children and would want to stay home and raise a family. She leaned her head back, closed her eyes and sighed.

"Hey! I didn't hear you come in."

She looked up and smiled as Hazel pushed her husband's wheelchair in the room.

"Hi Honey." She said standing up.

She walked over and kissed him hello.

"How are you feeling?" She asked.

"I'm good. Hazel has been pampering me all day." He answered looking up at his nurse. She smiled and went into the kitchen to finish dinner.

"Are you okay, Angel?" He asked after taking a closer look at her.

"I'm fine, Allen, just a little tired." She said, knowing it was a lie.

She wasn't fine and she knew it. She had to work three jobs to make ends meet. She worked as an office manager during the day, waited tables at night, and was a stripper on the weekends. She pushed him beside the sofa, sat back down and turned on the TV.

"Hey, isn't it time for wrestling?" Allen asked knowing how much his wife loved it.

She smiled brightly and changed the channel. They watched the matches as they ate their dinner, which Hazel had brought out after the show began. She watched as the Undertaker came out and began tearing apart the McMahon - Helmsley faction, again. She loved watching Taker as he dominated his opponents. She was never the type to fantasize about men, but Mark Callaway was definitely the exception. She watched him ride his Harley up the ramp as the show ended then looked at her watch and sighed.

"I'm late." She said standing up.

She bent over and kissed Allen goodbye.

"Be careful, Angel. I love you." She smiled, "I will. I love you too."

She replied then turned and walked out the front door.

"Here ya go." Angela said as she put the plates on the table infront of the women.

She heard the bell above the door ring as she walked back to the counter.

"Oh my God!" Beth said, eyes bulging.

"Those are the biggest men I have ever seen." Angela turned around to see who she was talking about.

Her eyes widened as she watched the men sit down.

"I wonder what they do for a living." Beth asked, staring at the group. "They're wrestlers." Angela said simply.

"Wrestlers?" Beth asked as if she didn't know what she was talking about. "Yeah, you know as in big, athletic men who run around in tight pants beating the sh*t out of each other." Beth looked at her and laughed, "You're not a fan are you?" Angela laughed, picked up some menus, and walked back to where the men were.

Mark was looking out the window as the others were talking and laughing. He was thinking about Debbie, his fiance'......ex-fiance'. He didn't really miss her that much, it was something else. He was horny. The thought hit him like a ton of bricks. Of course he was, it had been months since he and Debbie split up, and he hadn't been with anyone since then. He looked at women all the time, but he wasn't really attracted to any of them.

"Mark....Mark." Glen nudged him with his elbow getting his attention. "What?" He asked.

"Are you going to eat anything or just sit there and day dream all night?" Glen asked. Mark looked down at the menu for a moment then said, "I'll have a ch....." He stopped mid sentence when he looked up and saw her. He couldn't help but stare ather.

The way her long brown hair hung loose down her back, the way her shirt fit tightly her full round breasts, the way her shorts hugged her hips and revealed her long tanned legs. She looked up when he didn't say anything else.....that was a big mistake. She could feel the moister between her legs as his eyes devoured her. She looked down, not wanting to meet his gaze, and saw his shirt was unbuttoned about half way, showing his bare chest underneath. She imagined reaching out, touching him. She knew that if she didn't get away soon, she would be in trouble. She cleared her throat bringing him back to reality.

"A cheeseburger. I'll have a cheeseburger."

"I'll be right back with your drinks." She said smiling, then turned and walked back to the counter.

He watched her as she walked away.

"Are you OK, man?" Dwayne asked.

"Fine." he replied, still watching her.

"I've never seen you act this way over a woman before." Glen said with an amused look on his face.

Mark glared at him for a moment before settling his gaze back on the waitress.

"Are you OK, Angel?" Beth asked as she handed the order to the cook.

"You just look....different. Did they say something to you?" Angela smiled. "No, they didn't say anything." Beth studied her for a moment.

"So, which one is it?" Beth asked.

Angela looked at her curiously and asked, "What are you talking about?" "I want to know which one of them has finally brought you out of that sexual cocoon you've been living in." Angela blushed slightly.

She turned and began pouring the drinks.

"I haven't been living in a cocoon." She answered in self defense.

"Don't lie to me, Angela Marie Williams. I've known you forever and I know that you've locked up any and all sexual desires you have. There's nothing wrong with wanting a man." Angela looked at her.

"No, there isn't. But why have those feelings if you can't do anything about them?" Beth looked down.

"I know you love Allen, but you are still a woman. You're still human." Not wanting to talk about it, Angela picked up the tray of drinks and walked back to the table.

"Here ya go." She said putting each one down on the table.

She looked at Mark and said, "You didn't tell me what you wanted so I brought you a Coke." He smiled and thanked her.

Her smiled back trying to hide what she was thinking then turned and walked away.

An hour later, the men sat talking and laughing.

"Can I get you guys anything else?" Angela asked.

"No thanks, sweetheart." Dwayne answered.

Glen looked down at his watch.

"What time do you close?"

Angela smiled, "Half an hour ago."

Mark smiled "Are you in a hurry to leave?"

She looked at him, nearly melting at his feet, and said, "No." She answered smiling at him.

They stood up, paid the bill and walked toward the door. She followed them over and locked the door behind them.

"Wake up, Beth. They're gone." Beth opened her eyes and yawned.

"I thought they'd never leave." She replied.

"I'll finish up here if you want to go. There really isn't very much to do." Beth smiled,

"Yeah, go on." Beth gave her a hug then trotted out the door.

Angela wiped down the table, put the money in the safe, and walked out, locking the door behind her.

Mark stayed behind when the others left, leaving them to draw their own conclusions about what he was planning to do. He watched as she hugged her friend goodnight then wipe off the table he and the others had been sitting at. He imagined taking her as she bent over the table to straighten the shakers and napkins. He could almost hear her calling out his name passionately as he called out hers. Her name... He didn't know her name. He had been so taken by her that he didn't think to ask her or to look at her name tag. He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard the bell above the door ring as she stepped out. She was having some trouble with her keys and wondered if he could be the reason she looked so distracted. He walked toward her as she made her way to her car.

Angela fumbled with her keys, trying to get to the right one. She was more tired than she thought, and the fact that she couldn't get her mind off him wasn't helping either.

"Let me help you with that." Said a deep silky voice.

She spun around to see who had spoken and found herself face to chest with the man. She looked up to see his face and was relieved to see Mark smiling down at her.

"You know, you really shouldn't sneak up on a woman like that. You could get hurt." Mark raised an eyebrow wondering how this small delicate creature could possibly hurt him.

She smiled and, as if reading his mind, lifted her knee, pressing it firmly into the bulge in the front of his pants. His smile faded slightly as he realized she was answering his unspoken question.

"I'll keep that in mind." He replied.

She smiled and turned her attention back to her car, not wanting him to know just how much she had enjoyed her demonstration. He reached around her and took the keys from her then gently pushed her aside and unlocked he door. She watched him as he did this. She wanted so badly to reach out and touch him, to let her hands roam over his body, feeling every inch of him. She realized that he was watching her and quickly looked away.

They stood in silence each wanting the same thing, but neither having the nerve to do it.

"Do you need a ride somewhere?" She asked, breaking the silence.

"If you don't mind." He replied smiling.

She smiled back, almost bringing him to his knees, and sat down in the car. She reached over, unlocked the passenger side, and pushed the door open, letting him in. He sat down as she started the engine and told her which hotel he was staying at. They rode in silence, each wondering how the evening would end.

They pulled into the parking space infront of his hotel room and she cut off the engine. She knew she shouldn't have. She should have just dropped him off and gone home, but no... Here she sat, practically giving him an invitation. She knew what would happen if she didn't leave and she should feel guilty about it, but her desire for him was slowly taking over. If he would just get out and leave her here, alone...She looked over at him and saw him watching her. His green eyes were dark with desire.

"Come inside." He said simply.

That did it... She felt the last little bit of self control slip away. She opened her door and stood up. He walked around the car, took her by the hand and led her toward to the room, kicking the car door shut behind him.

He watched her walk into the room then stepped inside, closed the door and locked it. The only light came from the street light outside the window. He walked to the lamp beside the bed and turned it on then closed the curtain then turned and saw her watching him. He walked over to her and placed his hand on the side of her face, gently running his fingers along her jawbone and down her throat. The heat from his touch sent shivers through her body and ignited a passion she thought had died long ago. He leaned down toward her and she leaned forward, their lips meeting as their arms wrapped around each other. She felt his tongue pressing against her lips, begging her to open to it, which she did. He explored her mouth with his tongue, tasting the sweetness of the milkshake she had earlier...strawberry. He smiled to himself, strawberry was his favorite flavor. She slid her hands from around his neck, gliding them over his chest, feeling his muscles underneath his shirt. She slid her hands under the hem of his shirt and over his bare chest. She heard him groan as her fingers slid over his nipples which hardened at her touch. She pulled away, breaking the kiss as she pulled her hands out from his shirt. She brought her hands up, opening the top of his shirt, kissing his exposed skin. She unbuttoned the remaining buttons, touching and kissing his skin as she did. She took his nipple in her mouth, sucking and nibbling on it causing him to suck in a ragged breath. She kissed her way to the other one hearing him moan as she began to suck on it. She kissed her way down his stomach while her hands worked on the buttons of his jeans. She pushed his jeans over his hips and down his long legs. She ran her hands over his legs, kissing the inside of his thighs, as she stood up. She stopped when she reached the top of his thighs, looking at his erection. She couldn't remember ever seeing anyone as big as he was. She leaned forward and licked the pre-come off the tip of the head then took the head in her mouth, sucking on it. She took a deep breath, inhaling his male scent, and wrapped her mouth around him, swallowing him inch by inch. He grabbed the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her hair and guided himself in and out of her mouth.

He pulled her to her feet, a little rougher than he wanted to, and kissed her hard on the lips. He tugged at her shirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside then removed her bra, discarding it as well. He picked her up and laid her gently on the bed. He unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts and pulled them off then her panties. He stood on his knees at the foot of the bed and looked down at her, taking in every inch of her. He bent over and kissed her leg, starting with her ankle and working his way up to the top of her thigh, then repeated with the other one. He felt her body tense slightly as he kissed the bed of dark curls between her legs. Slowly he opened her with his tongue licking then sucking on her nub then buried his tongue inside her. He moved his tongue in and out of her while his thumb rubbed her throbbing nub, her hips moving against his loving assault. She arched her back and screamed out his name as she came. He licked up all her juices then kissed his way up her stomach, taking his time and enjoying the taste of her skin, the feel of beer body under his as he slowly covered her. He stopped at her breasts, kneading one with his large hand while covering the other with his mouth. He sucked, licked and nibbled on both breasts before continuing upward.

Their mouths met in a kiss that was passionate, demanding, urgent. He opened her legs with his knee and positioned himself over her. She felt his shaft pressing against her and held her breath, waiting for him to fill her. He pushed himself into her slowly. She was so wet and so tight, he thought he'd lose it right then. He moved in and out of her, slowly at first, then faster and harder. She wrapped her legs around him, urging him to go faster, bringing her hips up to meet his every thrust. Her nails dug into his back, her teeth in his shoulder as his thrusts became faster. Her back arched and she screamed out his name as an orgasm washed over her body. He felt her body tighten with her orgasm and struggled to gain control of his own body, not wanting to end this yet. He felt his orgasm subside and continued loving her.

He screamed out her name as his body emptied itself deep inside her. He looked down into her face looking for any signs of pain. He had gotten rough with her a few times over the last few hours. He had kept incredible control over his body, prolonging their pleasure as long as possible, knowing he would never see her again. He looked over at the clock, 5:00. "Damn!" He said, running his hands through his hair.

She looked over at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I have to go. My flight leaves at 6:30." He answered, leaning up on one elbow.

"So do I." She said looking up at him.

He nodded, not wanting to think about where she had to go. He had seen her wedding band in the cafe' the night before and knew she was going home to him. He felt a sting of jealousy, but why? He ignored it. She pulled him down to her and kissed him before getting up. She found her clothes and dressed in silence while he watched.

"See something you like?" She asked grinning.

He smiled at her and licked his lips, "Yeah, breakfast."

He said leaping off the bed and pinning her to the wall and kissing her deeply. She reluctantly pushed him away and looked up at him.

"I know. You have to go." He said sounding defeated.

She smiled. "Yes, I have to be at work at 8:30, and I need to go home and change clothes." She answered.

"Work?" He asked curiously.

"I'm an office manager." She replied, answering part of his question.

He wanted to ask her why she had to work two jobs, but decided it was none of his business. She kissed him, quite passionately, and walked to the door and opened it. She turned to look at him and smiled.

"I had a great time." She said and, seeing him smile, she walked out.

Mark fell back on the bed and closed his eyes. His mind was flooded with images of her. He took a deep breath and sighed. He could still smell her. He groaned as he climbed out of bed, walked into the bathroom, and turned the water on to take a shower. He stood leaning with his hands against the wall as the hot water fell over his body. He closed his eyes remembering the way her hands felt touching his body, her lips kissing him, her breath on his skin... She wasn't even there and she still drove him crazy. He felt himself getting hard for her again. He turned off the shower and walked back to the bed not bothering to wrap a towel around him. He laid back on the bed, eyes closed, and let her memory take over his mind.

The pounding on the door brought him back to reality. He got up cursing the man on the other side of the door, walked over to open it and Glen walked in.

"What are you grinning at?" Mark asked closing the door behind him.

Glen didn't answer, just sat down in a chair and looked at Mark. Mark, shaking his head, went to his suitcase, pulled out a clean pair of jeans and a tee shirt, and put them on. He gathered the rest of his things, packed them, and headed out the door, Glen right behind him.

She sat in the driveway in front of her house staring at the front door. She dreaded having to face her husband although she knew he wouldn't be angry with her. He had tried several times to talk her into finding a lover. Someone who would satisfy her physical needs without expecting anything more in return. She refused, knowing she could never be unfaithful to Allen. He was the love of her life and no one could take his place. She sighed, rubbing her face, and got out of the car. She didn't hear anything when she stepped inside. She walked quietly through the house to her bedroom, not wanting to wake up Allen or Hazel. She looked down at Allen sleeping peacefully and felt guilty. She still had an hour before the alarm clock was set to go off and decided to take a nap before having to get ready to go to work.

Allan felt her lay down beside him and felt her breathing become slow and steady. She was sleeping. He opened his eyes and looked over at her. He saw her bruised lips and flushed complexion, and knew instantly what she had done. He closed his eyes as jealousy washed over him, but quickly suppressed the feeling. It wasn't her fault. She had been faithful to him since they had first started dating, even after the accident when he tried convincing her to take a lover. The jealousy resurfaced, stronger this time, and this time he didn't suppress it. He looked at his wife. He loved her more than his own life, and now he hated her too. He reached over and turned the alarm clock off, deciding to let her sleep. He wanted to talk to her when she woke up and not have to wait till she got off work. He called her office and left a message for her boss saying that she wasn't feeling well and wouldn't be in today, then he looked at her again. She was incredibly beautiful. He brushed a few strands of hair out of her face and kissed her cheek. She smiled in her sleep.

"Allan." She sighed.

He looked at her in shock, expecting to hear the name of her lover, not his. He smiled back at her, leaned close to her and whispered, "I love you." Her smile widened.

"I love you too, Allan." She replied.

He couldn't help but to love her. He pulled her close to him, closed his eyes and fell asleep with her in his arms.

Angela woke up feeling stiff and stretched, not wanting to get up. She looked at Allan's pillow and sighed. She thought about their wedding day, how happy they were beginning their new life together. Her thoughts drifted to the day of the accident. He was in surgery when she arrived at the hospital. She sat in the waiting room for over six hours before someone came to talk to her. Six hours of not knowing what was wrong, if he would be all right, or if he was even alive. That had been the worst day of her life...the day she almost lost him.

'How could you do this to him?' She asked herself, bringing her thoughts back to last night.

She could still feel his hands caressing her body, his mouth kissing her, his member buried deep inside her. She groaned, not wanting to think about him, and stretched again. She rolled over and glanced at the clock. "10:00. I haven't slept this late in..... 10:00!" She jumped out of bed, rummaged through her closet and threw on the first out fit she got her hands on, then ran into the bathroom, brushed her teeth, combed out her hair, and turned to leave.

Allan sat in the doorway laughing.

"It's not funny, Allan. I'm late." He stopped laughing and said, "No, Honey, I called Mr. Neil this morning and told him you weren't feeling well and wouldn't be in today."

"You did what?" She demanded.

"Allan, we can't afford for me to stay home. I need to go to work." He shook his head.

"We'll be fine." She glared at him, didn't he know they had bills to pay? He rolled his wheelchair over to her.

"Sit down for a sec." He said softly, and she did. He took her hands in his and kissed them.

"Honey, you've been working around the clock, nonstop, for over a year now. You're killing yourself. Please, stay home with me. Just for today." He pleaded while studying her.

She sighed, knowing he was right. "Okay. But I'm going to the diner tomorrow to try to make up for it." She replied, smiling, and leaned forward and kissed him.

"So, what do you want to do today?" She asked while pulling a pair of jeans and a tee shirt out of her dresser drawer and laying them across the bed.

She took off outfit she had on and hung it up in the closet, then walked back over to the bed. He watched her as she moved across the room, noticing the slight bruising on her upper thighs. He lowered his head, knowing that 'he' had done it, whoever 'he' was. She slipped into the jeans and tee shirt and sat down on the bed infront of him.

"Allan?" She said, knowing what was probably on his mind.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked quietly. He was silent for a moment then asked, "Do you love him?" She wasn't sure if she heard him correctly, he knew she didn't love anyone else.

"No." She answered. He looked up at her silently asking her to tell him what happened.

She stood up, walked over to the window, and thought about how to tell him. After a long moment of silence, she told him, leaving out all of the details after they entered the hotel room. He listened silently to her story, hearing the sadness in her voice, and knew it was eating her up inside. "Come here." He said quietly.

She walked over to him. He pulled her down on his lap and held her as she buried her face in his neck and cried. He sighed and held her closer, stroking her hair.

"I'm sorry." She said quietly after calming herself down.

"Don't think about it anymore." he replied kissing the top of her head.

Glen took his seat beside Mark on the plane.

"So, are you going to tell me about her?" Mark looked over, not really wanting to talk, but knowing that Glen could make this trip a living hell if he didn't. Glen had a way of getting to you that would drive you insane, when he wanted to.

"There's nothing to tell." He replied.

"Bull sh*t! She's the first woman who's been able to turn your head since you and Debbie split up." He leaned closer and lowered his voice, "Not to mention the fact that you f*cked her brains out all night."

Mark snapped his head around in suprise.

"Hey, I had the room next to you, remember?" Glen said grinning.

Mark shook his head. "Well, if you were listening to us, why do you need details?" He asked.

Glen smiled. "Man, we have women throwing themselves at us constantly and you act like they don't exist. What makes this one so different?"

Mark thought about it for a moment before answering.

"You know, Glen, I have been wondering that same thing all morning. There is just something about her...." He trailed off, thinking about the way she looked lying under him while he made love to her.

He felt himself begin to stiffen at the thought. Glen grinned knowing what was going through Mark's mind.

He leaned back, closed his eyes, and said, "Hell man, if she's that good, we'll have to make it a threesome next time." Mark glared at him, even though Glen didn't see him, and punched him hard on the arm.

"Owww." Glen said rubbing his arm.

Mark smiled in satisfaction, leaned back in his seat, and fell asleep dreaming about her.

"Oh God, yes! Oh Taker!" The girl screamed.

Mark thrust into her a few more times before before reaching his climax. He rolled off of her immediately, lying on his back, his eyes closed and his arm resting over his face. What was he doing? He had been thinking about Angela again when this girl, barely 19, started coming on to him. He didn't want to be with her, but he needed the release, and since Angela wasn't here, he picked up the first one who showed an interest in him. "You were incredible." The girl purred in his ear.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." He said in a flat even tone, not looking at her.

"Didn't you?" She asked.

He got out of bed, not answering her question, pulled his clothes on, and gathered his things from around the room putting them in his suitcase. He looked over at the girl on the bed.

"You should get dressed and leave. I'm checking out now." He said picking up his suitcase.

"You bastard!" She yelled at him.

She picked up a pillow and threw it at him, hitting his chest. He laughed, tossing the pillow aside, and said, "Get out."

He turned and left her sitting stunned on the bed. Mark climbed in the rental car and drove to the airport. It had been six months since his night with Angela, the longest six months of his life, and he still didn't know what it was about her that had captivated him. He sighed heavily. He had the next three days off and was going back to see her. He sat in the terminal waiting for his flight to be called, images of her flooding his mind, and wondered if he was making a mistake by going back. For all he knew, she never wanted to see him again. He ran his fingers through his hair, pulling it back out of his face as a voice announced his flight. He took a deep breath, stood, and boarded the plane.

Angela looked in her mirror and sighed. Allan had forgiven her but she still felt bad. She wasn't sure if it was because of what she'd done, that she enjoyed it, or that she wanted him again. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his face, and, even after six months, she could still feel him. She shook her head feeling even worse than she did before. She gave herself one last look then turned and walked away. She kissed Allan goodbye before walking out and climbing in her car. Her mind was still on Mark and she nearly missed her turn.

"Damn it. You've got to get him out of your mind." She said aloud.

She pulled up in the parking lot of the diner at the same time Beth did. They worked out their schedules so they could work together and had become the best of friends. They walked in the diner together, neither one noticed the man sitting at a table in the back corner. They said goodbye to Mary and Bridgett and went to work. Beth was cleaning a table toward the back when she looked up and saw a man sitting there. She walked over and asked if she could get him anything. He looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him before.

"No thanks." He answered.

Even his voice sounded familiar. She shrugged it off and went back to wiping down tables.

Mark sat watching her for the next couple of hours. The other one, Beth, seemed to have forgotten he was there which was fine with him. He wasn't ready for Angela to see him yet. She looked so good. He could hear them talking and leaned forward and listened closer.

"How is Allan doing?" Beth asked as she sat down on the stool beside Angela with her back to him.

Angela turned toward Beth before answering.

"Not good. The doctor says it's a tumor. He only has a few months left." He could see the pain in her eyes as she spoke and knew she was talking about her husband.

"What will you do?" Beth asked.

Angela looked down, a tear rolling down her face.

"I don't know. I can't even imagine how my life would be without him."

Mark looked down knowing he shouldn't have come here. He stood and silently walked out. Angela turned toward the door when the bell rang, but didn't see anyone.

"Oh sh*t. I forgot all about him." Beth said looking toward the back of the room.

"Forgot about who?" Angela asked.

"There was a guy sitting in the back. I completely forgot he was there." She answered.

Angela looked back at the empty table and remembered Mark sitting with his friends, the way he smiled at her was almost enough to make a girl melt. Beth sat watching her with an amused expression on her face. "You're not thinking about him again, are you?" Angela smiled,

"Of course not. I was thinking about...um...about...how nice that table is. Yeah. I like that table." Beth burst out laughing.

"Seriously, Angel. Was he really THAT good?" Angela's smile widened. "Yes, he was. I swear, if were single he'd be mine." Beth shook her head smiling.

"I would love to meet one like that." Beth stood when the bell rang, picked up two menus and carried them to the couple who had just walked in. Angela was still thinking about Mark. Why couldn't she stop thinking about him? She knew it had been a long time since the accident, but damn! She sighed, stood up, and went back to work.

Mark walked through the hotel room door, slamming it shut behind him. He knew she was married, he knew that what they had was a one night stand and nothing more, and he knew he shouldn't have come back here. He fell across the bed, thinking about Angela. She looked so inviting in the diner. Her jeans hugged her hips and legs perfectly, her button-up sweater looked almost painted on her body, the top three buttons left unbuttoned exposing the sides of her breasts, her hair was pulled up in a bun, showing off her long delicate neck. He moved his hand between his legs, rubbing his manhood through the fabric, then groaned as he opened his pants, releasing his manhood. He closed his eyes picturing her in his mind, as he wrapped a large hand around his shaft and began stroking it. He imagined her touching him, stroking him while she kissed his chest, teasing his nipples with her tongue. He remembered their night together, the way she touched him and kissed him, as if she needed him. His hand moved faster, up and down his shaft, while he moved his other hand to cup his balls, kneading and squeezing them like she had done. He could almost feel her mouth on him, sucking him, her teeth barely scraping the length of his shaft before licking it down to the base and taking his balls in her mouth to suck them. He moved his hand faster, squeezing harder, remembering how he felt inside her. His mind raced with images of her, his breath became shallow and ragged as he stroked faster. He threw his head back, hand clawing at the bedspread as he came, calling out her name. He lay still for a moment trying to catch his breath before getting up to take a shower. He showered then fell into bed, still thinking about her, and fell asleep.

Angela walked into her bedroom quietly as not to wake up Allan. She took an oversized tee shirt from her dresser drawer and went into the bathroom to take a shower. For some reason she couldn't stop thinking about Mark. She thought she smelled his cologne in the diner right after the man Beth forgot about left, but shrugged it off as her imagination. The problem was, she could still smell it. She sighed pulling off her clothes, turned the water on, and stepped in. She closed her eyes as the hot water ran down her body. She hadn't stopped working since the day she took off to be with Allan. She knew he didn't have very much time left and hated working so much, but she wanted to save some extra money so she could take time off to be with him when he really needed her. She picked up the wash cloth, lathered it with soap and started washing the smell of the diner off her. Her thoughts drifted back to Mark, again. The more time that went by, the more she thought about him. She ran the cloth over her chest and stomach remembering the way his hands felt as he caressed her body. She moved the cloth down her legs and back up, scrubbing gently, then slowly back up her body. She washed her arms and face, then put the cloth down and turned to rinse the soap away. The hot water relaxed her body, allowing her mind to wander. She pictured him in her mind, the way he looked, smelled, tasted... She sighed letting her hands wander over her body. She caressed her breasts, pinching her nipples, rolling them between her fingers. She closed her eyes, remembering the way he had caressed, sucked, and nibbled them. She slid one hand down over her stomach between her legs, and slid her finger into the bed of curls,rubbing her bud while she continued to caress her breast. She leaned her head back, leaning against the wall, and imagined him touching her. She could feel his hand on her breast, his finger rubbing her bud. She slid one finger inside then two, thrusting them in and out while her thumb continued massaging her bud. She felt her body tense up and bit down on her lip to keep from screaming out. She whispered his name as a wave of pleasure washed over her. Feeling the water turn cold, she turned off the shower, dried off and slipped into her oversized tee. She looked at the reflection in the mirror. 'Why can't you stop thinking about him?' She asked herself. She didn't love him. It wasn't really the sex, although it had to be the most incredible sex she had ever had. Then it came to her. She was interested in him, really interested. She didn't know very much about him, none of his fans did. She knew he was a wrestler which meant he was on the road allot. He probably had a girl in every city. Or maybe just a series of one night stands. She sighed heavily and brushed out her hair, pictures of him flooding her mind. Silently, she slipped out of the bathroom and into bed. She kissed Allan gently on the cheek then rolled over, closed her eyes, seeing his face again, and drifted off to sleep.

Beth walked into the kitchen, started a pot of coffee and turned to sit down at the table to wait. She stopped in her tracks, heart pounding, when she saw the back door standing open. Fearing someone had broken in in the middle of the night, she walked cautiously toward the open door, looked outside, and, not seeing anything, she opened the screen door and stepped out. The sun was just coming up and she could smell the rain from the night before still in the air. She saw Angela sitting on the top step staring out across the backyard. Angela had insisted she come home and Beth had agreed as long as she stayed with her. She knew Angela didn't need her here, but she felt better knowing she wasn't alone. She walked to the steps and sat down.

"Are you OK?" Beth asked. Angela sighed.

"I'm fine. I was just thinking." she replied.

"About Allan?" Beth asked looking down at the wet grass.

"No, I was thinking about Mark." Angela replied simply.

Beth was clearly in shock.

"Mark! Angel, your husband just died, how could you be thinking about him?" She said, almost yelling.

"Allan is dead, Beth, not me. He wanted me to get on with my life, not sit around crying my eyes out and feeling sorry for myself." Angela replied. Beth shook her head and looked back down at the ground.

"When Allan died, I felt like my heart had been ripped out. He was my life. But that life is gone now, and I have to start a new one."

Angela took a deep breath and continued, "I've been out here all night thinking and I've come to a decision. I'm selling the house. I'm taking the money from the sell and what's left of the insurance, and I'm moving." Beth looked at her and sighed.

She knew Angela was right, this was the best way for her to start over. "Where are you going?" She asked, not really wanting to hear the answer. She had only known Angela for about two years, but she felt as if they had known each other forever.

"I don't know yet." She replied quietly, "But I want you to come with me." Beth was caught completely off guard.

"You what?" She asked.

Angela laughed, "I want you to come with me." Beth smiled as it slowly sank in, then she grabbed Angela and hugged her.

"This is going to be great! We can pack your car and just drive. We can go cross country." She said excitedly,

"We can live in hotel rooms, get odd jobs for money, and live on the road. You're a stripper, you can teach me. We can always find a job as strippers. This will be great!" Angela laughed at her friends enthusiasm, but liked the idea.

"OK the, we'll do it. I'll call the realtor as soon as the office opens and put this place up for sale." She said.

Her stomach growled loudly.

"Come on, let's get something to eat." She said as they stood up and walked back inside.

"We have a long day ahead of us."

Mark sat on the hotel room bed, flipping through the channels. His mind was still on Angela and the last ime he saw her, the sadness in her voice, the pain in her eyes. He knew she was in love with her husband by the way she spoke of him.

'She did say he only had a few months to live.' He thought to himself, 'Then she'll be mine.' He closed his eyes, knowing he shouldn't think like that, and moaned.

"What are you doing to me?" He asked aloud.

He couldn't stand being in this room any longer, he had to get her out of his mind. He got up, showered, and dressed. The phone rang just as he was going out the door. With a heavy sigh, he shut the door and answered the phone. Glen wanted to know if he had plans or if he wanted to go out and have a few drinks. Mark agreed to go out with the guys. A few minutes later, he, Glen, John, and Ron all met in the hotel lobby and were on their way. They pulled into the nearest bar they could find, walked in and sat in the back, not wanting to be recognized, if that was possible.

"Way to go, Glen." John said looking at the strippers as they walked around, talking to the men.

"Hey, It's not my fault. You guys said the closest bar. How was I suppose to know this was a t*tty bar." None of them were in the mood to be here. "What can I get for you?" Asked a waitress.

"Four beers." Ron said, not really paying attention to her.

She walked to the bar to get their drinks and returned quickly. Mark paid her and was given several one's as change. He shook his head as he put the money back in his pocket.

"This ain't so bad." John said watching one of the dancers lead a female customer to a couch along the wall for a lap dance.

Glen and Ron took notice and watched with him.

"How about a dance, sweetheart?" Said a voice from behind him.