“Why do you ask? Is it hitting you hard?"

“Its...having an effect." Emma said simply.

“Alcohol loosens inhibitions. Maybe you're feeling the way you want to feel. So, do you like it? It looks beautiful on you, no?"

"It does." Emma knew she should give it back. She had no right wearing something special like this, but she really loved how it looked, and it seemed to feel right.

"You really don't mind?"

"Not at all, looks great and I feel good giving it to someone who appreciates it."

"I do, thank you so much!" Emma stood and gave Robin a huge hug, then kissed her cheek fondly.

She kissed her very close to the lips and found herself wondering how soft Robin's lips would be...both sets. One soft and sweet, the other set soft and...wet.

“You're welcome." Robin shocked her with a quick peck on the lips.

Then gave her a rueful smile.

“Sorry, my family was very affectionate and we thought nothing of little quick kisses like that."

"Um, no problem." Well there was, and that it was quick and not lingering and tongue filled.

"I'm heading home, I'm sure Cliff is hungry and last time he tried cooking we ended up with the fire department here."

She grabbed her purse and with a wave over her shoulder, exited through the kitchen door that led out into the backyard. Emma watched her round ass sway pleasantly in her sun dress and took in the long well shaped backs of her Legs.

Emma walked over to the window, noticing she was listing to the right a bit, and watched Robin walk across the yard towards her house. Reaching over, she opened the fridge and grabbing a bottle of cold water, opened it and chugged half of it.

She continued to look out the window until Robin reached her house.

Cliff came out on the porch to meet her and they shared a hug and a long kiss. This time she wasn't turned on, but sad. She remembered those greetings fondly and longed for someone to greet now.

She finished off the water, then turning on the faucet, splashed some water on her face. The water and the cold on her face helped clear some of the effects of the wine and turning around she leaned against the counter.

Emma wanted nothing more than to go upstairs and christen that hot tub. A nice long soak, then a good night's sleep and be ready for a busy day tomorrow. Instead she let her gaze wander over the boxes stacked on the floor containing their dishes and pots and pans and all the small items she had on the counters at home.

She'd put some of it away before going upstairs. Eric was working hard on her stuff. It wouldn't be fair for her to slack. With a sigh she picked up the utility knife from the counter and cut open the nearest box.

Pulling out a tea cup enveloped in a small bubble wrap bag, Emma thought of Robin. At home with her much younger husband who was crazy over her. They were going to fuck again tonight, she knew it.

Robin was a lucky woman, being adored and kept satisfied. All Emma had to look forward to was playing sticky finger in the hot tub.

Putting the cup down and taking out another, Emma thought Eric wasn't the only one mad at life right now.

-Chapter Three

"Ouch!" Emma cried out when she straightened up to soon and caught the back of her head on the top of the cupboard.