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couch. She spread her legs open and looked at her pussy. She let thoughts of the delivery man fill her mind. He hadn’t been that attractive, just an average looking Mexican guy, medium height, medium build, but all she could think about was the fact that he would have come right into the house if she’d asked him to. He’d have come in and done anything to her that she wanted him to do. She could have got down on her knees and spread her ass cheeks apart and he’d have fucked her like a Latina teenager all morning long. She touched her clitoris. It was sensitive to her touch. She wet her finger in her mouth and rubbed her clit gently. She imagined the delivery man was in the room with her, watching her. She should have invited him in. She didn’t have to let him touch her. Was it still cheating to let a man watch ? Of course it was. But how exciting it would have been to have him in the room, sitting across from her, watching her finger her pussy and orgasm all over her hand. It would have been intimate and sensual and erotic. She’d have let him see the lips of her pussy swell up pink with hunger and excitement. She’d have let him see her nipples harden, her areola grow. She would have been breathless as she fingered her pussy and anus in front of him. He’d have watched the muscles in her neck strain as her body arched and climaxed. He’d have heard the sound she made as she panted and whimpered in pleasure. She’d have had someone to share something with. She climaxed, picturing the delivery guy, his strange Mexican wisdom echoing in her mind.
    Only the coffin bearer knows the weight of the dead . No one knows the burden of another.

V
    A RIEL WAS SURPRISED AT HOW nervous she felt when she stepped out of her car and handed the keys to the valet. It was the first time she’d been on a date with a man other than Gabe in over twenty years. This wasn’t even a date per se , it was just dinner with friends, but Ariel knew a set-up when she saw one. She entered the restaurant and wished she had someone to walk in with. Veronica had already texted her to say they were all there, waiting. Why had she agreed to this? A set-up, it was so embarrassing.
    “Can I help you, miss?” The maître’d was a young girl in a stunning white dress. The whole place oozed class. Ariel was glad she’d spent so much time getting ready.
    “I’m joining Hank Roycroft’s party,” she said.
    The girl led her to the table. Hank was sitting next to Veronica on one side. On the other was a very dashing man, tall with a muscular build and a perfect California suntan.
    “Ariel, you made it,” Veronica said and stood up.
    She kissed Ariel on both cheeks. Hank and the date they’d arranged for her, Matt Harkness, stood and greeted her with cheek kisses. Ariel felt like she was back in Europe.
    “We’ve taken the liberty of ordering a bottle of champagne,” Hank said.
    “Great,” Ariel said and pulled her seat in. She was sitting next to Matt and caught his eye. One thing was for certain, Matt Harkness was a good-looking man. His dark hair was a mess. His stubble was scruffy. She could definitely see why Veronica was so eager to set him up. He was a catch!
    Hank poured her a glass of champagne and then they had a little toast.
    “So,” Matt said to Ariel, “how do you know Veronica and Hank?”
    “We’re neighbors,” Veronica said.
    “Ariel just moved onto the row,” Hank said.
    “Wow, that’s a prestigious address. Those are nice houses.”
    “They are,” Ariel said. “Where do you live?”
    “I’ve got a place in Malibu.”
    “Pretty nice, too,” Ariel said.
    “Ariel,” Veronica said, animatedly, “you’ve just got to see Matt’s beach house. It’s like something out of a magazine. He built it all himself.”
    “I heard you were a contractor.”
    “I like to work with my hands,” Matt said and everyone laughed.
    Even Ariel laughed. Usually she would have rolled her eyes at a pun like that but something