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thought about it, it did seem a bit furtive, but it was always worth it. Mike was wonderful in bed.
    Frustrated, she arrived at the Garden Grove Apartments, parked her car in its assigned space, grabbed her purse, and dashed up the walk. She’d had to drive through the complex really slowly since the street was filled with children. Bikes and balls filled the sidewalks and spilled over onto the roadway. Elementary school girls covered the walkways with colored chalk designs and drawings while the teens and preteens talked in small groups.
    Her unit, number 206, was up one flight in the back, very private. She had dreams of Mike being able to get an evening to spend with her. As she headed for her building she allowed herself just a moment to fantasize.
    He’d come to her apartment. No one would see. His hair would be a bit mussed and she’d smooth it away from his face. His wonderful face. It wasn’t handsome exactly, with its heavy nose, chiseled chin, and heavy, black-framed glasses. But his eyes. God, his eyes. Almost black and so seductive. When he looked at her, even in the office, she’d melt. His mouth was full and so sexy that it took all her willpower not to rush over and kiss it.
    â€œThis is heaven,” he’d say, looking around her modest apartment, and she’d watch his lips form the words. She’d be able to look at him to her heart’s content. No need to be circumspect. They’d share a glass of wine and talk about romantic movies, novels, or television shows, anything but the office. He’d put his feet up on the coffee table, lean his head back onto the sofa cushions, and relax.
    Then he’d turn to her, cup his hand on the back of her head and pull her close—close enough for a long, searing kiss. She’d touch him, stroke him, undress him slowly, and he’d do the same for her.
    Then they’d walk, hand in hand, to the bedroom and stretch out on the bed. The windows would be open and she’d hear the distant train whistle. He’d sigh and agree that it was a lovely sound, tell her how he also loved riding on trains. They would do that on their honeymoon, once he was free of Diana.
    He’d touch her then, long slow caresses. As he touched, she’d feel herself swell and her wetness increase. In the light from the bedside lamp she’d watch his cock grow, thickening and lengthening until she knew he was ready.
    He’d take his time, rubbing her wet folds, caressing her clitoris, making sure she was ready for him. She would be eager for him and he’d slowly slide into her, taking a long time before he came. And she’d climax, too, just a moment after he did.
    The dream had flashed through her mind in only a few seconds, but when she returned to the present she lamented the time wasted and quickly rushed up the walk, idly waving to a few of her neighbors, sitting on lawn chairs on the grass, surrounded by children. As she turned her key in the lock, she heard only the wail of Maxie, her male Siamese, and the galloping feet of Minnie, her coal black female alley cat. No, she was a mixed breed, a domestic short hair like they said on Animal Planet. And Minnie wasn’t just a domestic short hair—she was much more. She was a friend, a confidante. When she couldn’t talk to anyone else, she could talk to Minnie. She flashed on the three women she’d met earlier. Maybe…
    Eve opened the door and scooped Minnie up before she could slip out. Maxie turned his back and sauntered toward the kitchen as he always did, as if to say, “Okay, so you’re home. Where’s my treat?” but Minnie rubbed her cheek against Eve’s and started to purr.
    Cradling Minnie in one arm, Eve dropped her purse on the chair, walked into the kitchen, and glanced at the answering machine. Nope, no message. Had he called and just hung up when the machine answered? She wouldn’t know unless she asked him. She realized that