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experts in the field of sex. Only her daughter refused to have anything to do with it. Sandra smirked again. The little twit doesn’t know what she is missing , she thought.
    She watched her daughter gliding through the water as she touched the edge of the pool first, a smile adorning her youthful face.
    “Honey?” her husband called out
    “Yes?” she queried as she switched the TV off.
    “What were you watching?”
    “Nothing interesting, are you ready?”
    “Yes, let’s go,” he said, kissing her in the nape of her neck while cupping her firm breast in his hand and teasing her earlobe with his teeth.
    She gently pushed him away. “Not now dear, I have special plans for you… later.” She smiled seductively.
    He moved the piece of material covering her breast with his mouth and said, “I can hardly wait.” Biting her, sending shivers running down her body.
    Sandra cupped his face, lifted him to her height and kissed him. A kiss filled with such promise, he sighed. “You are the best.” She smiled, rearranged the silk shirt and kissed him again before they walked out the door.
     

     
    Anabella was standing in her dorm room, a familiar business card in her hand, her thoughts very far from the present time.
    Aldrich had phoned her the night after the championship to congratulate her on her three gold medal wins. He’d wanted to go over, but she hadn’t wanted him at her house. Which was a good thing, since her younger brother had come over with a few friends and seized the living room for themselves. Wild music had filled the air as they played their ‘games’, as he put it. Games he had learned from their parents, just that this time it was with his own friends. Thankfully, they left her alone as she’d made her way to her bedroom.
    The house reeked of sweat, beer and dirty socks by the time she walked in. She was incredibly ashamed of her parents’ house, and never allowed any of her friends to visit. Although they weren’t home, the evidence of their lifestyle was everywhere to be seen.
    Movies with explicit titles were strewn over the coffee tables and TV cabinet, and the art against the walls depicted their lifestyle. Often, the house would smell of smoke, sweat and sex. Not that they lived in a scruffy place, in fact, it was the biggest house in the neighborhood. They were, after all, quite well off.
    So, she’d suggested they meet at a restaurant, to which he reluctantly agreed. She was glad he hadn’t pressed for an explanation, though she sensed he wanted to say something. They met outside the establishment, kissed each other on the cheek and walked in together, his hand on the small of her back. Opening the door for her, he smiled when she said thank you, looking at him.
    He directed her to a quiet spot toward the back, and they took a seat opposite each other. Some of the guests recognized her and congratulated her on her championship wins. Some wanted to take a photo with her and through it all, Aldrich waited patiently for it to settle down while he smiled delightedly. She appreciated that, not realizing how many people had watched her, in turn apologizing to him. But he placed a finger on her lips, saying softly, “I am proud of you.”
    Small talk ensued while they placed their order, and then silence fell between them ―a comfortable relaxed silence. He reached over to her, taking her hand into his, and continued to hold it for the rest of the night. His hand was firm, warm and reassuring; clean hands with long, manicured fingers. Definitely an office jock. However, it suited him. He looked handsome, and was casually dressed in a pair of jeans that did his butt justice, the shirt snuggled around his bulky chest, broad shoulders and thick arms.
    “You were on my mind the whole day,” he said, his voice proud. “I watched you on TV. You had some stiff competition, but I could see at the last turn of the backstroke event that the other girl was getting tired, and from there on you