g him.

leaning over the table the way janice was, simon got to within inches

of her face and said, "my wife and some other guy are playing hide the

salami in our own fucking house!"

"i don't believe it! you're just imagining things. why, from what i've

heard, your wife sounds like a real nice girl."

"i saw it with my own eyes! melisa was sucking this guy's cock and

rubbing her pussy all over his face, right there in the middle of our

own fucking bed!"

"listen, simon, why would any girl in her right mind want to run

around on you? besides, name one guy in this neck of the woods who would

even dare think of doing something like that with your wife. hell, you

only moved back a couple of weeks ago. nobody's even met her yet!"

janice truly believed what she was telling her former boyfriend,

because that was how she felt. six years ago, they were the hottest item

in town. janice had dreams of marrying simon one day and living happily

ever after, but then things changed. when he received a full scholarship

to a university on the east coast, she was happy for him, but also sad

because her plans for getting him to ask for her hand in marriage were

put on hold. the day simon left for college, janice thought her life

ended. she would have waited until hell froze over, if he asked her to,

but never simon did. janice was completely shattered, and blamed herself

for letting him get away. even though she had married someone else since

then, she still loved, and often dreamed of simon. janice doubted that

melisa was cheating on him, but maybe, just maybe, this was the second

chance she'd been hoping and praying for.

simon, for the first time since she picked him up, really looked at

janice. her soft chestnut hair was longer than it use to be, and her

face was thinner, but janice was still very attractive. she still has

that look, simon thought. janice's deep brown eyes were what attracted

him to her in the first place. when they were alone in the past, which

was often, she would give him a look that was adoring, while at the same

time very sultry. she was giving him that look now, and the old feelings

for her were starting to come back. simon reached out to hold janice's

hand, but she jerked it back quickly.

"let me get you home." she said as she gathered up her things.

"i told you, i don't want to go home."

"well, i can't stay here all day, sy. i've got shopping to do and a

house to clean. i really have to go."

feeling sorry for himself again, simon leaned back in his chair and

said, "i'll be fine, why don't you take off."

driving away and leaving simon at don's tavern, janice began thinking.

if his wife was really cheating on him, she could get simon back. she

had heard the rumors about her own husband's infidelities and figured

that all she had to do was wait around and catch him in the act, then

file for a divorce. janice suddenly pounded on the steering wheel when

she realized exactly what she was thinking about. "damn it, simon!", she

yelled, "why did you have to come back?" and then she started crying.

part ii

"where's dinner?" her husband called out to janice when he got home

from work.

"if you don't mind, i thought we'd go out to eat." she yelled from

upstairs in their bedroom.

normally, her husband preferred a home cooked meal, and janice

expected him to object to her suggestion, but he surprised her.

"let me give the carsons a call. we were suppose to meet them later

for drinks anyway, so they might as well join us. how's the landing

sound?"

"i thought we might go over to don's place. we haven't been there in a

while." janice replied quickly.

she was hoping to run into simon again since he lived so close to the

small tavern. this was the reason she was getting dressed up.

"okay, i'll tell them to meet us there for supper, then we'll all go

to the landing for drinks when we're done." tom yelled back.

janice wasn't the only one with a motive for wanting to go out. after

hearing from jack about how the hot redhead drained his balls this

morning, he wanted to see her again. in a perverse sense, this was tom's

way of getting even with simon. several nights over the past six years

he heard janice talk in her sleep and mention his name, but when he

asked her about it in the morning, she denied having any feelings for

him anymore. tom didn't believe this, and suspected his wife was still

in love with her former boyfriend. he didn't plan last night's jaunt on

the patio with simon's wife, but when it was over tom looked at it as a

macho victory over the man his wife still cared for.

janice finally came downstairs and announced she was ready to go. the

way she was dressed removed any doubts tom had on how janice felt about

simon. instead of the blouse, jeans, and sneakers that she usually wore,

janice was decked out in a short pale-blue skirt, a tight fitting white

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