Forgetting the game for a second, he let his mind wander back to the time when he’d been woken up to the sharp point of a rather upset husband’s knife waving menacingly in his face. As gorgeous as she’d been, he would do it all over again despite losing a good pair of pants in his hasty flight out of a side window. He couldn’t help but smile as he remembered her soft seductive voice calling for him to com her sometime as he ran down the street. It was a time that he never wanted to forget. Though, after that little fiasco, he always made sure to sleep with his pants on after a rendezvous.
