A Beautiful Wife Is Someone Else’s Wife

I knew there was a door at the back of the garden (Amanda had shown it to me: “your own entrance”): I ran for it and took off. – Wow… I surely did not see this coming. I took the number and drove out of the neighborhood. – Look. – I’d rather not. I put the DVD with Amanda watching behind me. I had already been her daddy, her son and now her student. – Please no! Oh, and I am going with my friend for a walk this afternoon. Are we clear? Even though, I wanted something more subtle. It was the beginning of the summer. – Divorced. Thank you. – You freak! I did not want to rent the room, too risky that the guy who used to watch a women ended up renting a room of hers. – No, it won’t be necessary. Mmh, I feel hot right now. I came really close to her, and I whispered in her left ear:
– I was almost as shock as you when the remote did not work.