Mark has been trying to get Jenny to fuck someone else

“You up for a bit of a laugh, tonight?” Mark called to
Jenny as she finished doing her hair.

“How’d you mean?” she asked, her concentration on the
mirror not faltering. Being female, multi tasking was
easy for her. Mark smiled to himself, hoping she would
be agreeable.

“When we go to this club, tonight,” he began. “How
about a having a game?”

“What sort of game?” Jenny replied, changing her focus
from her hair to her make up.

“A game of pull a pig,” Mark continued, his grin not
visible from her position in front of the dresser.

She winced. She hated that game. Grab a grand-dad or
pull a pig was not really her cup of tea. Sure, it was
a real laugh but sometimes the guys came on a bit too
strong for her.

“Must we? She whined. Mark looked at her with one of
his sad puppy faces.

“Please,” he almost begged. “For me.” Jenny winced some
more. She hated it when Mark did that. She hated it
even more now as the wincing had created an unwanted
line in her make up.

“Can’t we play a drinking game instead,” she said,
standing up and walking over to him, placing her arms
around his waist and pulling him close to her. He
kissed her tenderly and Jenny thought she knew how to
get around him.

“No,” he said, pulling away from the embrace and
messing around with his hair in the mirror, faking a
bit of image consciousness. “Besides, you always end up
get really turned on and we make love for hours
afterwards.”

Jenny had to agree. Every time they’d done this sort of
thing, the act of making another guy aroused and
turning him on made her feel great. She knew she had
the looks, and this gave her power, power over men.
They wanted her and she loved teasing them, getting
their blood boiling over, leaving them wanting more.
God, she was feeling horny already. It pissed her off a
bit to see Mark with some grotesque tart but she knew
he was only doing it for a laugh.

“OK,” she agreed, reluctantly, but let’s leave by one
o’clock. I don’t want you being too tired to perform
tonight, you understand?” she said, giving him one her
sideways looks that she often did. Mark knew that look.

“Agreed,” he said, his smirk widening as he thought of
the evening to come. Jenny saw his grin and batted her
hair brush against his butt, making his smirk falter a
little. Mark could be quite cunning at times, she
thought to herself. What she didn’t know was how
cunning.

***

They arrived at the club with the usual ground rules.
She’d pull some unlikely stranger and lead him on a
bit, Mark would find himself some ugly tart and tease
her a bit. Around one o’clock, they’d make their
excuses to go to the lavatory and, from there,
disappear together leaving their dates in the club on
their own, waiting patiently for their would-be partner
for the night.

Mark would then take Jenny home and they’d fuck all
night, like rabbits on a mission!

They bought their own drinks and sat at opposite ends
of the bar. Mark was hoping it would happen and, as
planned, Andy walked by. Andy was an acquaintance of
one of Mark’s friends and they’d met briefly at some
stag party a while back. Andy was in his mid forties,
had a receding hair line and a bald patch, but an
increasing waist line, and had been divorced for about
3 years.

He’d been in and out of relationships (mostly out)
because he could be a little aggressive at times,
rarely a turn on with the ladies. Andy had received an
anonymous call from “A friend” who had told him to be
at a certain club at a certain time. The caller had
described Jenny perfectly and that she preferred the
more mature man. Andy had taken the bait, hook, line
and sinker. Mark watched from a safe distance as Andy
walked in and looked around. His eyes met Jenny’s and
he smiled.

Andy opened the conversation and immediately bought her
a drink, a large vodka. Jenny looked suspiciously down
the bar at Mark, who sat their nursing his drink all
alone. He was going to have to go some to beat someone
this ugly, she thought to herself. The looser had to
make breakfast next morning and she thought ahead of
what she would make him prepare, pancakes, maybe.
Something that would require some work, not just some
cereal poured into a bowl. Yep, breakfast was pretty
safe, she thought.

Andy continued the conversation, his eyes having
trouble looking into hers as her cleavage was on open
display and required a great deal of will power to
avoid.

Mark’s thoughts were rudely interrupted by a voice next
to him. Mark spun round and saw a short plump woman
stood in front of him, with a face that he vaguely
knew. After a few moments, it dawned on him it was the
mother of one his chums. She was here with a load of
other girls from work on a hen night but, being middle
aged and not particularly attractive, she felt rather
awkward. Mark’s face was the only face she recognised
and struck up conversation with him.

Jenny had noticed this woman and her blood began to
boil. Breakfast tomorrow could be a close thing. This
woman was so fat, she was taller when she sat down, she
mused to her self. And her date had less facial hair
than Mark’s. She was even more devastated when Mark’s
date pulled out her purse and bought Mark a drink!

“Fancy a dance?” Jenny said to Andy, grabbing him by
the hand. Andy almost fell off his bar stool as she
pulled him, barely managing to place his glass on the
counter before she led the way to the floor. The
strobes flickered and the music thumped as Jenny hit
the floor, her movements wild and raucous, flamboyant
and oozing confidence, her ample bosom not restricted
by the confines of a bra. Tonight, Jenny was bra-less
and in full party mode. And man, could she party?!

Andy struggled to keep up with her, his eyes watching
her bosoms as she grooved to the music, his head
rocking from side to side in an almost hypnotic trance.
She called to him, saying something but he couldn’t
understand her, the music was too loud for him. Jenny
was determined she was going to win this contest. This
was no time for prisoners she thought to herself as she
honed in for the kill.

Mark was still engrossed in conversation but he had a
shrewd idea where Jenny was and he scanned the dance
floor periodically and caught glimpses of her. Obliged
to sit and make polite conversation, he was eager to
watch his own woman flirt with some stranger, some ugly
stranger at that.

Mark had visions of his lovely Jenny going all the way
with some fat, old ugly bloke whilst he sat and
watched. God, the thought of that made him feel so
horny. Jenny, however, was happy just to flirt for a
bit of fun, to give her prey an erection and then for
her prey to have to deal with his erection on his own.
Jenny enjoyed the power she had over men and she
executed her skills with speed and precision like a
cheetah, the result inevitable.

Mark made an excuse to visit the toilet and made his
way through the crowd overlooking the dance floor. From
this view, he could see her ample cleavage and almost
see the darkness of her areola, her nipples visible
through the material of her clothing and so firm, you
could taste them from a distance. Mark leaned against
the barrier, hoping to disguise his own firmness that
had developed within his own underwear.

Andy had changed his dancing technique, also in an
endeavour to hide his own erection. Andy tried so hard
to be chic and cool, snapping his fingers in rhythm to
the music like some 1970’s dance icon, painfully
unaware that he was so out of date it was embarrassing
for those around him. Jenny continued, overcoming her
embarrassment by accepting the smiles and nods of
appreciation from the other guys up dancing. Some were
so mesmerised by her charms, they ended up being
slapped or chastised by their own girlfriends or
partners.

Jenny could see Andy’s face reddening and guessed his
stamina was beginning to give way to exhaustion, so she
whispered in his ear they should go and repossess their
drinks for a bit. Andy feigned disappointment but
almost raced back to their seats like a greyhound, his
stamina re-establishing itself.

Jenny noticed Mark had moved but guessed he wouldn’t be
too far away. She noticed the fat woman had also
disappeared. Now you couldn’t hide someone that fat too
easily, she thought to herself. Jenny’s mind began to
race. What if he’d decided to take her out the back for
a bit of… her mind stopped in it’s tracks.

“He wouldn’t,” she whispered to herself. “Would he?”
she questioned.

“Hmm?” Andy asked, assuming she’d said something to
him. Jenny snapped out of her daydream.

“Oh, nothing,” she lied, sipping her drink. He mind was
still in turmoil, He wouldn’t, he couldn’t, especially
with something that big she pondered to herself. Sure,
Mark was big enough to penetrate the flaps and folds of
fat but would he actually stoop to those depths, she
wondered. It was only a game, they always went back
home and fucked like rabbits afterwards. Then it dawned
on her.

Mark had always wanted her to screw someone else,
preferably whilst he watched. Maybe he’d got fed up of
asking and had gone to another woman to try his luck,
but why someone so fat and ugly? She thought back at
the times he’d asked her. It was all falling into place
now. Tonight, it had been his idea to play “pull a
pig.” A hidden agenda, she surmised.

Andy had noticed her looking around and although he
hadn’t recognised her own guy, he guessed she was
looking for someone else. He had to move now.

“He’s gone,” Andy stated, hoping to bluff his way
through the conversation. Jenny looked at Andy,
quizzically.

“Who?”

“That guy you kept looking at. He’s gone off with that
woman.” Jenny took the bait.

“You saw them?”

“Uh huh,” Andy nodded, trying to feel confident about
his lies.

“Oh,” Jenny said, disappointed. Her mind spun. Why
would Mark do that to her? She felt really pissed off
decided another drink might help.

“Be a love and get me another one,” she said to Andy,
waving her glass in his general direction. He got up
but she held his wrist briefly.

“If you make it a large one, I might thank you later,”
she smiled, winking at him, noticing the bulge in his
groin. Andy’s energy immediately reappeared and he
managed to find himself at the front of the queue for
the bar, having subtly barged in a few times. Jenny
looked around the venue, unable to see Mark.

Mark, however, could see her perfectly, the angled
mirrors over the top of the bar area enabling him to
see her reflection as her fingers absent mindedly ran
up and down the stem of her glass like she was
masturbating her man, her finger movements slow and
subtle, gentle and deliberate. Mark felt his own
erection stir again and he had to think of the stations
on the London Underground map to take his mind off his
erotic thoughts. At this stage, he doubted he’d reach
Hampstead before an accident!

Andy returned with two bottles of her favourite white
wine and a pair of fresh wine glasses. His hands
trembled as he poured her a glass and Jenny thought
she’d need more than two bottles to get through
tonight. She took an almighty swig from her glass,
draining half of the glass with one gulp. She looked
around, still looking for Mark. No sign at all.

Andy was slowly sipping his wine, aware he might be
onto a good thing here. He wasn’t going to get pissed,
he wanted to milk this situation for all he could. God,
she looked so horny, her nipples in severe danger of
poking someone’s eye out, he thought to himself.

He wondered how far she would go, if she had a shaved
pussy, if she would take it up the arse, if she
swallows. He should ask her if she would like to spend
the night with him. He took a long swig of his own
drink, building up a bit of Dutch courage. He tried to
clear his throat when Jenny spoke.

“Fill me up, will you?” she said. Andy nearly fainted
before he realised she was holding her glass in his
general direction. He refilled her wine glass, using
both hands to keep steady. Another gulp and the glass
was again, half empty. Or was it half full?

Andy was itching to ask her if she would spend the
night with him. What should he say? He had been
divorced for a while and was out of practice in
chatting up the ladies. Should he be subtle and ask her
back for a coffee. Should he be more gentlemanly and
ask her if he could walk her home?

Maybe he should be assumptive and ask her if they
should go to his place or hers. Ask her, you dim-wit,
he said inwardly to himself. For an experienced man, he
was being a bit of a big girls blouse tonight. Heavens
above, he’d been in riots at Anfield some years ago,
now he was intimidated by a woman, albeit a very
attractive horny woman.

He looked at Jenny’s pretty face and his resolve
melted. She was so horny, what would she want with an
old fart like him? There was no way on this earth she
would so much as even let him get near her, let alone
be intimate with her. But, nothing ventured, nothing
gained.

“When was the last time you had a fuck?” he blurted
out. Jenny, who was still in her own little world
hadn’t heard him properly.

“Pardon?” she clarified.

“When was the last time you had a fuck?” he asked
again, slowly and louder. The couple on the next table
overheard and hid their giggles. Andy went beetroot
red.

“When did you?” Jenny replied, turning the tables. She
might have been tipsy but she was still very much in
control.

“Oh, you know,” he said, shyly, embarrassed. Jenny
smiled and licked her lips in a sensuous manner, her
ruby red lipstick now glistening with her own saliva,
the ultra violet lighting adding to the atmosphere.

“Do you think I’m attractive?” she asked. Andy nodded
his head, his mind was spinning. Was this for real or
was it a dream, he wondered.

“Would you like to fuck me?” Jenny said, very matter of
fact. Just because Mark wasn’t around, didn’t mean she
wasn’t going to try & win the pull a pig competition.

“Yeah,” he said, like a child being offered an ice
cream. “But why me?” he asked. Jenny looked at him
quizzically.

“I mean, there’s dozens of younger, better looking guys
here, why me?” he said, kicking himself for giving her
a get-out-of-jail-free card. Jenny smiled and licked
her lips again.

“Because I like a man with experience,” she lied. “My
boyfriend has deserted me and run off with another
woman�.” Jenny kept the details brief, “…and I
thought to myself that maybe I should, too. And maybe,
I should avoid the younger guys who think they know it
all and find a man that does know it all,” she said,
draining her glass and pointing to it. Andy refilled
her glass.

“Anyway, if you were going to have open heart surgery,
would you go to a novice doctor or an experienced one?”
she said, winking again. The winking was getting to
Andy, his groin was on fire now. He noticed the glint
in her eyes and he knew she was ripe for the picking.
Andy was just too easy to tease and she felt a bit
wicked. But right now, her mind was all over the place.

“Your place or mine, babe?” he said, trying to be cool
and assertive, but sounding only like some “Dude” out
of Starsky and Hutch (the original 70’s series). Jenny
almost choked on her wine at the humour of the
situation but she held her cool.

“How about out back,” she said, her fingers working the
stem of her glass again, an action that did not go
unnoticed by Andy. It was his turn to catch his breath.

“What? In the alley?” Jenny nodded. Andy gulped. He
was in his mid forties and had never done anything as
lewd or wild as this before. And here he was with a fit
22 year old blonde stunner who was prepared to go all
the way with him in the alley.

“OK,” he said, meekly, his face looking blue as the
paleness was lit up by the ultra violet lamps. Jenny
drained her recently refilled glass.

“Shall we go?” she said, standing up. Andy looked up at
her pretty face and almost came again in his pants.
Even if he did take her outside, how long would he last
for? He stood and she reached for his hand. The warmth
of her soft hand sent his mind into another spin as he
imagined the feel of her soft hand on is erection.

She led the way, heading towards the service corridor
and the emergency exit which was not alarmed. They
stepped outside, the gentle breeze from the Penines
offering a cooler sensation than the regulated
temperature from inside the venue. The warm August
evening could almost be romantic if it wasn’t for the
aroma of Indian cooking coming from the restaurant next
door mixed with the smell of diesel fumes from the bus
garage nearby.

She left the emergency exit door ajar as they stepped
into the alley.

“Why don’t you get ready over there…” she suggested,
pointing to an area where some wheelie bins were
parked, “…Whilst I just go and freshen up my make
up.” Jenny turned to go inside, intending to repossess
the bottles of wine, sink them, then get a cab home.
Andy, however, had other ideas.

“You look just fine,” he said, grabbing her arm
brusquely. Jenny tried to pull her arm away but Andy
held on to her.

“You ain’t going nowhere yet,” he said, his manner
becoming sinister. Jenny saw the darkness in his eyes
and knew this man could be violent. Andy saw the fear
in her eyes.

“I don’t take too kindly to prick teasers,” he said,
taking control of the situation. “Your bloke has left
you on your own and you’ve led me on. You said upstairs
that you were up for it, show me how far you’re
prepared to go.”

Jenny looked at him, looking for the compassion in his
eyes, a smirk to show it was just a fa�ade, a sign that
this was just him teasing her in reply, anything. All
she saw was violence, greed and hatred, his divorce had
obviously been unpleasant, leading to a general
distrust of women in general and, more specifically,
Jenny. She swallowed the saliva that had built up in
her mouth and gulped, which did not go unnoticed by
Andy.

“You shouldn’t be scared,” he said, calmly, stroking
her hair, his attitude almost schizophrenic, “you did
say you preferred the more experienced man, didn’t
you?.” Jenny was about to reply when his manner changed
again, grabbing a big handful of her blonde hair. “Or
were you just teasing me?”

“No, No. Please let me go,” she babbled.

“I’ll let you go alright, missy, once you’ve pleased
me,” he said, grinning, his face assuming an evil look
you might otherwise see in horror movies, the glow from
distant amber street lighting adding to the eeriness of
the situation.

“Don’t hurt me,” Jenny squealed, Andy still having a
handful of her hair. His smile became more of a
grimace.

“Like I said, you’ve got to please me first,” and he
forced her down to her knees in front of him.

“Do you like chicken?” he asked her. She looked up at
his eyes, confused. His smile continued.

“Well, suck this, it’s foul,” he said, laughing at his
own joke and unzipping himself and removing his
erection. Ten minutes earlier, back in the club, he was
out of his depth, it was her territory and she was in
control. But here and now, in the alley, it was just
him and her and, like all bullies, this was how he
liked it. This was his territory and the control was
his, too. Still with a fistful of her hair in his hand,
he forced her head towards his throbbing erection.

“Suck it,” he ordered, moving his hips so the moistness
of his pre-cum ran over her sweet lips. “You see!
Better than lipstick, isn’t it?” he laughed, forcing
his cock into her rebellious lips. His hand on her hair
tightened.

“And don’t even think about biting, sweetheart,” he
said and she knew he meant business.

Reluctantly, Jenny opened her mouth and took the length
of his cock into her mouth, the taste of pre-cum on her
tongue. He forced himself deep into her mouth to the
very back of her throat, causing her body to wretch.
Andy enjoyed her discomfort and rammed his erection
deep into her throat with a pumping action, face
fucking this horny blonde bitch that had been prick
teasing him.

Jenny was having trouble drawing breath and the pain in
her mouth and at the roots of her hair was becoming
unbearable. She tried to scream but was prevented from
doing so by the contents of her mouth. Andy withdrew
his dick from her mouth. Back in the club a few minutes
earlier, he was almost ready to come but out here in
the fresh Manchester air, he could go on for hours.

He looked down at her on her knees, looking forlorn and
humiliated.

“Did you enjoy that?” he asked, using his hand with her
hair in to make her head nod up and down.

“You did?” he said in mock surprise, “You want some
more?” Again, he made her head nod up and down before
forcing himself back into her mouth, parting her lips
like he intended to with her pussy lips in the near
future.

“You prefer me to your boyfriend, do you,” he said,
forcing himself deeper into her mouth. “Yeah, well I am
more experienced,” he said, gloating. Jenny mumbled but
the sounds she made were incomprehensible. Andy wasn’t
listening anyway.

“It ain’t the size, it’s what you do with it,” he
laughed, his cackle echoing around the alley.

He pulled out of her mouth and with his free hand, he
undid his trousers until they fell to the floor with a
bump. His plain Y front underpants showed a big wet
patch of his own pre-cum as he stood there before her
in the semi darkness, the distant glow of amber street
lamps and a shaft of yellow light from the emergency
door the only light they had.

“Pull them down,” he ordered and Jenny. She trembled as
she pulled his pants down, revealing his pubic hair
matted with his pre-cum and heaven knows what else. The
odour from his pants was very unpleasant, a mixture of
piss, shit, cum and body odour combining into a noxious
gas that should have a Government health warning.

“Now you can see what’s coming,” he said, smirking
again at his own joke. “Get ready.” Andy stepped over
her so he was behind her, still holding her hair and
knelt behind her.

She wanted to scream, cry, run away, die, anything but
have this creep maul and molest her. Today, however,
was not Jenny’s day. She felt him use his free hand to
lift up her skirt over her hips and waist, pulling at
her G string with such force, the material snapped and
fell apart.

Happy he had easy access to her more private parts, she
felt his fingers over her pussy, his rough fingers
entering her and she braced herself for the continued
abuse of her body. He withdrew his finger and held it
up in the darkness, her pussy juices on his finger
glistening in the light from the exit door. His fingers
re-entered her, spreading her pussy lips, trying to
force his entire hand in, making her squeal out with
pain.

Suddenly, his hands were removed and she felt his
erection against her rear. Again, she braced herself in
anticipation of his penetration of her pussy with his
stiff cock. This was going to be terrible, she thought
to herself and, in fairness it was. But it got worse.
Andy directed his cock into her anus, dry and rigid.

Andy swore as he forced himself into her, Jenny
screamed as the sensation of burning wracked through
her body as his stiff cock made its way deeper into
her. Andy, satisfied his cock was deep enough into her,
began pounding his dick into her arse, the tightness
against his erection giving him immense amounts of
pleasure.

“You like it up the arse I see,” he said in-between
thrusts, the only lubrication was his own pre-cum.
“God, you’re tight. I’ll bet you’re an anal virgin,
aint ya?” he laughed, his giggling movements adding to
his own pleasure. He slapped her buttocks as he
violated her rectum.

Again, his movements suddenly stopped and he withdrew
his cock from her arse and he stood up, his grip on her
hair never relenting. He stepped over her again so he
was stood in front of her.

“Open wide,” he ordered as his shit stained erection
neared her mouth. Jenny wanted to curl up and die, he
eyes filling with tears as he smeared the offending
organ over her lips. He wrenched her hair and she
gasped in pain, the movement opening her mouth and Andy
grabbed the opportunity and forced his cock into her
mouth. She smelt before she tasted the shit that coated
his dick, the shit from her own arse.

“Suck it and lick it,” he ordered, enjoying every
solitary second of it. Jenny obeyed, her body heaving
with the thought of her actions, her weeping causing
her body to tremble, accentuating Andy’s sensations.

“I want you to make me cum now,” he ordered. “So suck
harder.” Jenny tried her best but her emotions were all
over the place. “Suck me” he barked at her, and she
gathered herself together and persevered, doing as she
was told.

“Suck harder,” Andy ordered again and with his free
hand, reached down and grabbed one of her tits,
squeezing and pinching simultaneously. Jenny squealed
again and continued in her endeavours to satisfy this
animal. She sucked harder and she could sense he was
close to climax, his breathing increased and his knees
began to tremble.

Moments later, he exploded in her mouth, sperm
jettisoning out of his erection in a warm stream. Jenny
was grateful that this masked the taste of the other
foul elements on her tongue. She felt the grip on her
hair loosen and she gently moved away from his reach.
Aware that this was an opportunity to get away from
this monster, she briefly thought about spitting his
cum onto the floor, but this could delay her escape.

Instead, she swallowed and swiftly stood up, running to
the back door, rushing into the corridor hoping she was
not being chased. Safely inside, she turned to head for
the venue dance floor and bumped into a man. She wanted
to cry as her path to freedom was blocked. She looked
up and felt a warm kiss on her lips.

“Where have you been hiding?” she heard Mark’s voice
say. She collapsed into his arms, safe from the terror
in the alleyway. Mark licked his lips.

“Mmm, someone’s been busy,” he said, kissing her again
and enjoying the taste of sex on her tongue. “Have you
been a naughty girl for me?” he asked. Jenny just
wanted to get the fuck out of there but Mark didn’t
understand the urgency. He held her close and ran his
hand up the back of her thigh to her bare buttocks,
noticing that her G string was missing.

“Oh, you have been naughty,” he said, feeling all horny
himself. “I want you to tell me all about it as you
wouldn’t let me watch,” he said. Jenny buried her head
into Mark’s chest, trying to make herself invisible.
Just then, the exit door opened and a rather
dishevelled middle aged man with receding hair and a
bald patch walked by them, tucking in his shirt as he
went. Mark raised his eyebrows. Andy winked at Mark and
Mark smiled. The plan had worked.

“Looks like I’m making breakfast tomorrow then?” he
said. Jenny glared at him.

“Where the fuck did you get to? And who was that fat
tart?” she barked. Mark smiled.

“That was the mum of one of my mates,” he said. “She’s
asked us over for Sunday Lunch next week.” Jenny
suddenly felt rather foolish.

“You mean that wasn’t part of the competition? You
know, pull a pig?”

Mark shook his head.

“Good God, no,” he stuttered. “Are you joking?” Jenny
smiled for the first time in what seemed like an
eternity. It had dawned on her that Mark had not been
unfaithful and that her prick-teasing had been only in
vain.

“So, how was he?” Mark said, interrupting her thoughts.
Jenny remained silent. Mark pressed her close to him.

“What’s up?” he pried.

Jenny looked up at Mark and felt drained. It had been a
long evening.

“Buy me a drink, then take me home,” she pleaded.

“What? The party’s only just begun!” he protested.
“Unless you’ve another agenda” he suggested, hopefully.
Jenny smiled humourlessly.

“Just take me home” he said. She knew Mark would
continue to question her on her infidelity, Mark had
always wanted her to try it out, but she felt so
ashamed, so foolish, so used. She thought Mark wouldn’t
want her after what she’d gone through and wondered if
she should keep it a secret. Maybe she’d tell him a
little bit but not all.

Mark wouldn’t want to know all the grizzly bits, would
he? He’d think she was a slut or a tramp or something.
She knew he had needs and desires, his preferences away
from what she considered the norm. He fantasised about
her with other men, usually the most unlikely and, in
fairness to Mark, Andy was as unlikely as she could
have got. Mark must never know what really happened
with Andy, she thought, not knowing that Andy would
give a blow by blow account next week at work. Mark
would make sure of that.

Mark’s biggest dilemma is if he should tell her it was
a set up. By keeping it a secret, he could possibly
engineer another encounter which, this time, maybe he
could observe. Maybe.

Or observe and join in. Mark nodded to himself as he
led Jenny to the bar, a large Vodka for her and a train
of thought for him. The Halloween party was fast
approaching. The ideas began to formulate and his grin
took on the look of a pumpkin smile. It’s good to have
something to look forward to. Could Mark engineer it in
time?