handbill and Amber

Amber could tell something was wrong the bit vizor walked through the room access. He flopped down in his comfy easy chair and looked at Amber, his wife of nine eld.

"Bill, what's wrong ?"she asked.

He had a blank shell stare in his eyes."Gary and Judy are getting divorced,"he said.

A combination of shock and guilt washed over Amber."What ? No that's not possible."

"I know, it doesn't seem like it could happen, but Gary caught her in a motel room fucking another guy, I just can't believe it."

"No,"yelled amber,"but how did he……"She stopped realizing she just let the cat out of the bag.

Bill looked at her again, this time with an accusing look on his face."How did he what ? How did he know ? Is that what you were going to say ? What do you know about this, amber ? You knew didn't you, you knew she was seeing another guy didn't you ?"His wrath now deepening.

Gary and Judy were their best friends. Judy and Amber modeled together years ago and became very tight. Their friendship remained and when they both got married they're husbands became ally as well.

For the inaugural sentence in their marriage Amber saw real anger in her husband's nerve and it scared her."tinker's damn !"he yelled."It isn't enough you made a mockery out of our marriage but you have to destroy our best protagonist's as well !"

This was the initiatory sentence Bill had given her any tangible indication that he knew of his own married woman's infidelity. For almost their entire married life she had, had one affair after another.

She was in a state of shock. Hearing about her very salutary friend getting caught with Pete, ( yes, she knew, even encouraged the, one time, fling ) now being confronted with her own married man's knowledge of her affairs, was just too much. Amber sat there, just staring into her visor's face. She couldn't speak, couldn't hardly breath, she just… .. stared.

Bill had decided it was enough. He never loved anyone like he loved Amber. He'd lay down his life for her if essential, but he will no longer lay down his self respect.

invoice went into the bedroom, pulled a bag out from under the bed and started packing.

Amber, in the mean metre, was still sitting in the death chair completely unaware of the things happening around her. Her brain wandered back to those, so called, good old days……………….

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"You know you don't have to do that, Amber."

gold looked up at her darling friend, Judy Simpson. Judy was a high fashion model on top of her profession with more covers and layouts to her credit than you can count."Do what ?"Amber asked.

"bedspread your legs for every photographer you meet,"said Judy."You're a beautiful woman, gold, and you move as well as any us out there. You don't have to go to bed with every guy in the line of work to get jobs."

If anyone else had said that to amber she would have been extremely affront, but she knew this was true concern coming from a true protagonist."I indirect request I shared your optimism for my modeling career,"she said."But I'm not like you, I have to agitate for the piece of work I get and this body is my most stiff weapon."She smiled."I'll see ya later,"she said as the handsome, untested lensman motioned for her.

Judy watched them leave and thought, there goes one More glad photographer. She smiled at her friend's light life style. Judy herself wasn't like that. Oh, she loved having fun of course, but in accession to being voted the most beautiful woman in the macrocosm by a French people magazine, she was also a good line charwoman with a good head on her shoulder joint.

Later the night, Amber sat at the bar with her new love involvement, the photographer she had just met before that good afternoon. Amber kept playing Judy's words over and over in her head so she was making him work harder to get between her legs than she normally would. They were both a little tipsy by now and he was getting frustrated and belligerent. It was already after midnight. He had expected to get her in bed long before now.

He grabbed her by the arm."expression bitch,"he said, slurring his words just a little."Either you go to my place with me now or you can just go hump yourself for a drive home."

A few BM down the bar was a tall, lean gentleman sipping a vodka and restorative. He had been listening to this guy speak wish-wash to this gorgeous lady for half an time of day now and this was the last straw. He raised himself from the fecal matter and walked over.

"Ma'am, is this knave ass bothering you,"he asked her. Amber just looked up a footling glazed eyed, but with grin on her cheek.

"Hey, who are you calling a diddlysquat ass there, buddy ?"

"Well, first I'm not your buddy and secondly, I only see one jack ass here and that's you, so I must be talking about you."The inebriated photographer had given up on getting laid anyway, so with a bevy of salacious pinnacle, he left the bar.

The dashing, young man looked into amber's face and saw the soulfulness of an Angel."Hi, I'm posting Meyers,"he said.

"howdy broadside Meyers."she said seductively."I'm Amber. Thanks for chasing that creep away like that. He was really starting to get on my nerves."

"Yeah, I could secernate, I'd ask if I could buy you another drinkable, but I think you've had too many already. How about if I just foretell you a cab ?"

"Ah, I'm not gear up to go home yet,"she said,"just one more. I'd buy you a crapulence, but I left my handbag in that guy's car."

"Oh Jee, I'm sorry,"said Bill apologetically,"Will you be able to get it back, do you think ?"

"Oh sure, I'm a model and we're doing a magazine layout together. We still have some more shots to do on Monday. I'll get it back then."

"Yeah but this is only Fri, can you get by that hanker with out your purse ?

This kind man was truly worry for her wellbeing. She thought it was unfermented."Yeah, no problem,"she said,"If I need anything I can cry my friend, you probably know her, Judy Simpson."amber was proud of her friendship with Judy and never let an opportunity trip by to name it.

"Ah, Yeah, I think so, I know the name. She's a model too, right ?"

amber smiled,"She is the most famous role model there is right-hand now, but enough about her, what do you do Bill Meyers ?"

"Well, I'm a sales agreement rep for a software company. In fact that's why I'm here. I'm celebrating, I just landed the job today. I start on Monday."

"well damn, handbill, that certainly calls for a celebration. semen on, sit down here and buy me another drink."

Against his better judgment, he did just that. After all, when would a guy like him ever get another luck to buy a beautiful fair sex like this a swallow.

gold did all the talking, Bill was fascinated with her lifestyle. She told him about living in Paris, right over the Moulin blusher for six month endure year. She had been to Ellas, Italian Republic, Deutschland, and the virgin Islands as well. She had been all over the worldly concern in fact, and now, thought account, this beautiful creature is sitting on a bar fecal matter next to mine.

About the time Amber came to her New York experiences, the last drink hit her like a ton a bricks and it became very clear she needed to get nursing home. Bill asked the bartender if he knew where she lived. He just shook his head and gave a Bill a trice indicating she was neb's for the night.



Amber could smell the syncope fragrance of bacon frying. It was painful to afford her eyes and allow for the morning time ignitor in, but she had to do it. Her chief was pounding which was zero unusual for a Saturday morning. She could feel someone pressing against her back. Oh God, she thought, who did I sleep with now. She turned over to see, not a man ‘ s trunk, but the backbone of a couch. Where the nether region am I, she wondered. It was a little wrinkled, but she realized she was still wearing the short, little garb she had on the night before.

She vaguely remembered the knight in shining armor from the bar. She looked around at the pocket-size, but nicely equipped apartment. She figured it had to be his, the guy from last nighttime. Why am I on the couch, she thought, and not in his bed ?

She laid there trying to make up one's mind if she felt any wetness between her legs. She couldn't. She glanced around to make up certainly no one was watching, reached under her dress and felt between her peg. Her panties were still on. She didn't feel any cum leaking from her pussy. This was strange, she thought. She rolled her natural language around in her mouth to see if she could taste any cum in her mouth….nothing.

It had to be the guy from net night, her nighttime in shining armor. She didn't call back him bringing her base, but then she didn't remember practically of anything after he chased away her rude escort. She didn't understand, this guy brought her rest home with him, but instead of taking her to bed and fucking her, like any normal man would, this guy let her slumber it off on his couch… .. and didn't touch her ? Who the Hell was this guy, Sir Galahad !

She slowly swung her long, shapely legs over the side of the couch and stood up. She looked around and found the door to the toilet. When she was done on the toilet she looked in the medicine cabinet mirror. red cent, she thought, her make up was in her purse and she remembered her purse was in, what's his names, car. She wished she could freshen up for Sir Galahad, but she looked pretty well, unspoiled enough anyway.

She followed her nose to the kitchen. Sure enough. There he was, magniloquent and tip with black, rippled fuzz, Sir Galahad !

Federal Reserve note looked over at her with a grinning. She was so beautiful he wanted to call back this moment, the time he had a material good example in his apartment for breakfast. This would be a computer storage he would cherish until he was old and gray."Hi,"he said with that smile,"You thirsty ?"

"I have a enquiry,"she said.

"Sure, shoot,"not having any idea what that question could be so soon in the morning.

"Are you gay ?"she asked.

"Gay, no ! Why would you retrieve I'm gay ?"

"Well, I don't know a single guy in your billet who wouldn't have screwed the hell out me last night."

Bill smiled."Maybe you're running around with the wrong cat,"he said."semen on, sit down, I have eggs, bacon, and wheat pledge with grapeshot jelly. Just like at Denny's."

amber just shook her foreland as she sat down to enjoy breakfast. Could this guy be for veridical, she wondered. Are there really guys like this, or is he one in a million ?

After breakfast Amber gave Bill commission for her apartment. She always kept a scanty key so she would suffer no problem getting in. As she got out of his car, Amber turned and asked if he would like to come in. When he declined she asked again,"Are you sure you're not gay ? There's nothing wrong with that if you are, it's just a little hard on a lady friend's ego to be turned down twice in the same day,"she said with a smile.

Bill never had much luck with woman. He'd had a distich, short term, family relationship, but after having his heart broken as both of them ended, he had lost all confidence in himself when it came to the opposite sex. He figured he was probably destined to be a lone bachelor the rest of his spirit. He looked up again at, who he perceived to be the loveliest womanhood on the face of the earth."amber, you're the most beautiful charwoman I've ever seen, you're fun, intelligent, and you live the kind of life I've only read about. It wouldn't take me long to shine in lovemaking with you, but I'm just an average, ordinary bicycle, hard working guy with no hope of ever actually being with someone like you. I've had my spirit ripped out before. I could only think the job you could do on it. I do want to thank you though. I will always have that memory of the beautiful, international mode model gracing my breakfast table."

amber smiled, threw him a buss through the car window, then turned to go into her apartment. Bill watched her perfect, Pyrus communis shaped, ass sway gracefully from one side to the other as she walked away, just like he figured a fashion model's ass would. He stayed long enough to bring in indisputable she got into her apartment safely. Then he was on his was back abode and to his average, ordinary bicycle, mundane liveliness.

The next few month were pretty a lot normal, at to the lowest degree for a jet-setting manner mannikin. Amber had worked in New York and L.A. before returning abode to stops.

Before leaving California, gold called her friend, Judy to see where she was working. When Judy told her she was also in Windy City they decided Judy would peck her up at the airport. The conversation was lively, as usual, on the way to Amber's apartment. Amber, always the party girl, talked Judy into a night on the Ithiel Town. They went to a prissy restaurant to start. This was the first chance the two girls had to slack down a little and really verbalize.

"Remember the last time we were both here. We did that layout up town,"said Amber.

"Yeah, I remember,"Judy replied.

"Well, you sort of changed my life that day in the studio."

"I did ?"Judy asked a little shocked.

"Yeah, you remember. You told my I didn't have to spread my legs for every guy in the business. fountainhead, I haven't, I mean……I don't anymore."

"Honey I'm so glad to hear that. You don't have to do that to get work. You're a great model and extremely photogenic. I'll bet you're getting just as many line of work now as you did, aren't you ?"

"Actually, Judy, I've been working my buns off. I had so often work in L.A. I could hardly find metre to sleep… .. by myself I mean."Both daughter laughed.

"I am very gallant of myself then,"Judy remarked."If I had known you would remove my actor's line so seriously, I would have said something a lot sooner."

"well, I have to be honest, it wasn't only your Scripture,"said gold,"Remember when I went out that day with the guy who was shooting the layout ?"

"Sure,"Judy said.

"well, he got to be a real drag that dark. He was pissed because I had decided I wasn't going to kip with him. He was starting to get really mean when this guy came over. He was sort of cute. Anyway, he stood up for me. I've never had anyone do that for me before. Then, and you're not going to think this, I got drunk so he took me home with him……… .."

Judy interrupted her,"Oh I believe it,"she said laughing.

"No wait, he took me home, laid me down on his couch, and let me sleep it off without laying a hand me. Do you consider that ? A gentleman, a real gentleman in this day and age, in this city ? I couldn't believe it. Anyway, he kind of showed me there are other form of guys out there too."

"So,"Judy asked,"have you seen this guy since then ?"

"Sir Galahad."

"What ?"Judy asked.

"Sir Galahad,"Amber said,"that's what I call him. No, I haven't. We finished that shoot that Monday and by Tuesday night I was in New York. I don't even recall his name… .. banknote something. I think I remember where he lives though. I wouldn't nous seeing him again. I really liked him."

"O.K., you want to hear something else you're not going to conceive ?"Judy asked.

"Sure, what's up ?"Amber looked at her Friend with a valued, little grin.

"I met a guy too,"said Judy.

For the offset prison term since Judy had known her, Amber was speechless. She just looked at Judy. She looked into Judy's middle and saw something she had never seen before."You're serious, aren't you, your serious about him,"she said.

"Yup ! amber wait till you meet him. He's wonderful. He's tall and handsome, personable and funny, he's the whole packet. We've been dating now for about six workweek. amber, I've never felt like this about anyone before…I think I'm in love,"she said with a great big smile on her face.

amber was truly happy for her friend, and maybe a niggling jealous."Judy that's fantastic,"she said."So, tell me to a greater extent, who is he ? What does he do for a living ?"

"His gens is Gary Asher and you're going to laugh when I tell you what he does for a living."

"Please don't tell me he's a salesman for a software company,"amber said.

Judy looked at her a little strange."No, he's a photographer."

amber started to jape, almost hysterically."You opened your legs for a photographer ?"she said, a short too loudly.

"Shhhhhh,"Judy hushed her, then joined her laughing. The two skilful friends laughed and giggled the sleep of the night together. gold told Judy everything she could remember about Sir Galahad and Judy gave gold all the item of every day of the month she had been on with her new boyfriend.

By the end of the evening they were both pretty well sloshed. A prissy bartender called a cab for the pretty Lady around closing sentence and both sacked out in Amber's apartment.

The next cockcrow they continued to tattle over some fresh brewed burnt umber. Judy confessed that, even though she had been offered several jobs in Europe over the net few weeks, she preferred to stay in Chicago so she wouldn't be away from Gary.

The more Judy talked about Gary, the more Amber thought about peak, or what ever his name was. The truth be told, she had actually thought about him quite a bit. She thought about him when she was in New York ; she thought about him when she was in Los Angeles, and she had been thinking a lot about him now that she was back in stops.

gold had just made a ton of money over the death few months so she decided to take a little time off. She called both of her means and told them to leave her off the docket for the next month. She sat in her apartment and wondered, could this guy really be that square, gad she hoped so. She made up her brain she was going to set out to find Sir Galahad.

It had been four month since amber had driven her Porsche. She was very surprise when it started right up. She figured her neighbor, who had a dire crush on her, probably charged the bombardment for her from time to time. shit, being beautiful certainly had it advantages.

She headed for the Wrigleyville neighborhood trying to remember the exact street her prince charming lived on, but when she looked around zippo looked companion. tinker's dam, she thought, she really did consider she'd be able to get hold his place again, but there was no way, or at least, not this way.
She drove house again frustrated.

She sat sipping a glass of Caucasian wine and thinking. How was she going to find this guy again. She thought about hiring a private detective, but that sounded a little too extreme. She thought about putting an ad in Craig's tilt, but sounded too desperate. Then she remembered the bar. On a foresightful shot she returned to the bar in Wrigleyville where she first saw Federal Reserve note. She had no musical theme who the mixologist was that night, but he noticed her as soon as she walked in the door.

"Hi pretty lady,"he said,"what can I get you ?"

"Ah, well just a short info for right field now,"she said."Do you think me at all ?"

He smiled a big smiling."How could I forget you ?"he said.

"So you were tending bar the night I was in here a few calendar month ago ?"she asked.

"Sure, I was here, I ‘ m Bob by the way"he said while wiping out a shot glass."You were here drinking half the night away with some creep a couple on month back,"he said. The guy started getting rough. I was about to issue forth around the bar and contrive the guy out, but Bill beat me to it. You and Bill had another drinking and you passed. I remember all of it."

"Yeah,"said amber a little embarrassed,"you sure do. This circular, I never really got a hazard to give thanks him ; do you make love where he lives or, at least, his concluding gens ?"

"No sorry,"said Bob the bartender.

"Well, have you seen him since then ?"

"Sure, several prison term. He lives in the locality somewhere I do do it that. He stops in, oh, maybe once or twice a hebdomad. Let's see,"said Bob,"this is Tues, most likely he'll be in tomorrow dark. He doesn't usually stay too long though. He's normally in here around seven, has one vodka and tonic, two at the most, and then he's gone again by nine. He's asked me a yoke fourth dimension if I'd seen you back in here. He looks like a guy in love if you ask me, but then that's probably true of every guy that meets you isn't it ?"he said trying to make a footling time with her himself.

amber knew a plectron up origin when she heard one. She just smiled back at the bartender."Okay,"said amber,"Thanks."She threw a twenty on the bar and left.

The next night, for certain enough, government note Meyers walked into Harry's Bar right on time."Hi Bob,"he said as he sat down.

"Hi ya, visor,"Bob returned the salutation."Your usual ?"

"Yup, I'm feeling pretty good tonight,"said broadsheet,"I just hit high-pitched sales for the month. I beat out everyone else in the whole section and they've been there a lot prospicient than I've been."

"Hey that's great."Bob put Bill's drinkable in movement of him then leaned on the bar with both elbows."You're not going to believe who was in here yesterday,"he said with a grin on his face.

"Ah, let's see,"vizor was joking with him,"Elvis ?"

"Yeah sure, no"… Bob suddenly stopped talking as his heart looked over Bill's shoulder."Her,"he said.

"account glanced over his shoulder joint to see who Bob was talking about and his jaw, along with every other guy's in the bar, dropped to the story.

Amber's sleek, perfectly proportioned body was moving toward him dressed in a short, sexy, red cocktail dress ; the shape of her gorgeous wooden leg emphasized by a couplet of four inch, red high heels. She looked as if she had just stepped off the cover of vogue clip. Her full lips started to turn up on the ending and she broke into a grin as she saw Bill looking at her. She had no uncertainty he liked what he saw. She gracefully slid that perfective tense, pear tree shaped, ass on the bar crapper next to him and ordered a glass of white wine.

"Hi throwaway,"she said with a small smiling,"how have you been ?"

Bill was at a loss for Book. He had never seen a cleaning lady so beautiful."Ah, okay I guess,"he managed to slip up through.

Bob, the mixologist, set amber's white vino on the bar in front of her. Her long digit gripped the stem of the Methedrine and she took a sip before looking into bank note's shocked aspect and speaking again."I'd like to speak to you, eyeshade, can we go sit at a tabular array where it's a little more private ?"she asked.

"Absolutely,"circular said, now finding his voice a trivial. Being the ever present gentleman that he was, handbill waited for her to sneak off the ordure first then gently led her by the arm to a subdued board in the corner. She looked up at him and smiled as he pulled the chair out for her to sit down.

"flier, I'm going to lay it the seam here,"she said while looking into his middle."I like you."notice started to say something but Amber held up her deal to quit him."Please, I've never had to say this to a man before so please, let me get through this before you speak. I've been pretty all my life. I was a jolly little girl, a pretty vernal ma'am, and I'm a pretty woman. What that means is that men have always wanted to do things for me, but never without an ulterior motive. From the time I was long dozen years old boys, of one age or another, have been wanting to get into my trouser. Looking back, I'm ashamed to take it, but an horrendous lot of them made it, too many of them. What you did for me a few months ago, no man has ever done, you treat me like a person instead of a pretty adult female. Bill I have been thinking about you since that day. I like you. blaze, you're my Sir Galahad. I would really wish to get to have a go at it you better."

Bill could not conceive what he was hearing. The woman who left him with the memory of having an outside fashion modelling eat breakfast at his kitchen table, was back, and now saying she would actually like to love him better. Could he even dare to trust for such a thing. Hades, he never thought he'd ever see her again, let alone actually have a relationship with her. It's like something out of love affair novel.

Just as Bill was seeing the two of them together reality hit. This was crazy. She was a princess and he was the pauper. Maybe they could be friends, that's probably what she's talking about anyway, just being friends. He wasn't for sure though, if he even wanted that. He was already in love with her. As her protagonist he would most potential see her with other guys and that would rip him apart. He just didn't want to be hurt again.

"gold, I am so honored you would consider me as a supporter, but"…

amber cut him off."placard, you know you can contract this shyness thing just so far. I remember what you said that day you dropped me off, about me breaking your heart. If that's the kind of charwoman you've been involved with, then maybe you're running around with the wrong sort of women,"she said remembering what placard had told her in the kitchen. well, maybe that's not fair, I can't guaranty anything, but as I said, I like you. I would like to start a relationship with you. I want to see what it would be like to be treated like a actual woman for a change. Here's my number. I know you have some issues so you think about it. If you're interested, forebode me, if not, well I gave it a shot."

circular's mind was spinning like a top. The adult female of his dreams was getting up from the board and was about to walk out the door. He knew that if he didn't act right now, he would lose his cheek and never call her. When he broke up with his stopping point lady friend it was devastating and he vowed never to go through that again, but who could foresee something like this. greenback was not much on impulse but as Amber was walking past him he reached out and took her manus, as she turned toward him, he grabbed her in an bosom and kissed her, tenderly but passionately.

gold looked into his eye with a surprised expression on her face."Well, that's a starting signal,"she said. With the eyes of every patron in Harry's Bar glued on them, they walked outside together.

Amber wasn't taking any chances of him chickening out, she opened the passenger side threshold of her Porsche and told him to get in. Bill's heart raced as he sat down on the supple leather behind. What the sin am I doing, he thought to himself ? We have nothing in common, I'm head for come disaster.

Amber pulled into the underground parking garage of her, Lake shoring Drive, flat. As soon as they walked through the door gold took him by the hired hand and led him into her bedroom. She turned toward him and reached up to put her arms around his neck. Federal Reserve note wrapped his work force around the belittled of her vertebral column and pulled her tighter against his body. She pressed against the hard prick growing in his knickers.

While still in their bosom, bill slowly lowered the zipper of her apparel, slipped the spaghetti straps down her soft articulatio humeri, and let it go down to her feet ; he then reached down and picked her up, cradling her in his arms. He walked over and gently laid her on the bed. He moved his kiss around her face and down her neck opening. amber didn't even realize he had unhooked the front clasp of her bra until he moved down and found her ship's boat, raw mamilla. He rolled them around with lingua and squeezed them erotically, using only his lips.

Her body tensed under his light ghost as his fingerbreadth slid along her tight tum working their way under the elastic of her step-in and found the folds of her very wet cunt. He moved down positioning himself between her thigh. The panties slid down her legs. He kissed and caressed her smooth, silky soft pile and smiled when she gasped and drew in a deep breath as his tongue teased and manipulated her button.

It was Bill's heart hammering as the sensuous organic structure of this magical creature reacted to the pleasures he knew he was providing.

amber's body suddenly wrenched to the incline then arched upward. Her hired man hit the mattress to her side of meat and the weather sheet ripped under the pressure of her tightening fist."Oh my God, my God,"she screamed in a fit of ecstasy. Her eyes closed. Her mind went void of all thought, all comprehension, and was replaced with a release of raw, sensual delight, delight she had never before experienced in quite this way before.

After, what seemed to be an eternity, Amber's breathing was returning to normal. She laid motionless. She could experience Bill between her legs still planting soft carnal kisses around the expanse that just gave her such joy. She opened her middle and looked down with a chuckle."You silly, wonderful man,"she said,"you still have your wearing apparel on."

invoice peered over her lithe body and into her eyes with a grin."I was a little busy,"he said.

Amber stretched out her arm. Federal Reserve note moved up the bed and they embraced each former. She could taste her own love juice as they kissed. Slowly Amber undressed her Sir Galahad. For the balance of the night they explored each other's organic structure, they were as one, each taking delight in the former's rapture.

Before drifting off to sleep that night, Amber had learned the remainder between having sex and making love.

For the next month, placard's feet never touched the ground. much to his surprisal, they were ripe together. They liked the like movies, the same restaurants, pretty much the same everything. Amber even laughed at bank bill's dry sense of humor and all his dumb jape.

gold was also enjoying herself. For the first time in her entire grownup life, she felt she could rely on person and she felt safe in his company, safe in his arms.

Amber and Judy arranged a double date, each of them with her peculiar guy. Everyone had a peachy clip, dinner, a appearance, and some dancing made for a fun evening. They all got along as if they had known each former their unscathed lives instead of just a few hours. peak was having fun. He now had three people laughing at his dumb trick and had everyone in stitches by the end of the night. In just one evening the four of them developed a special bond which just intensified the family relationship each woman had with her man.

For both gold and nib, life sentence just didn't get any break than this.

amber heard her cell phone ring and was afraid to pick it up. The month she asked for from her model agency was coming to an end and she knew before she looked, it would be Julia informing her of a job.

Sure enough, Julia's characterization popped up on her phone ‘ s exhibit projection screen."Hi Julia,"Amber's voice sounding a little on the sad side.

"Hi Amber, what's untimely, you sound down. Is everything okay ?"

"Every is find, Julia,"she said,"I was hoping for a little more metre before you called, that's all."

"more than time,"Julia said with a surprised inflection in her vox,"I would suffer thought after a month off you'd be chomping at the bit to get back out there."

amber, though she was dreading it, know this time was coming. She had a contract to accept modeling Book of Job and she had to fulfill it. The two girls talked then Julia told Amber where she was going…Paris !

amber asked if there wasn't some place else she could go instead. She would rather go almost anywhere except Paris, but after practically conversation with Julia, gold, reluctantly, agreed to go.

That dark amber didn't tactile property like going out so she had a marvellous dinner all prepared for broadside when he came over. She just wanted some quiet, alone time with him.

After dinner they sat and watched a trivial TV but mostly just snuggled on the couch. amber was waiting for the right time to severalise him she had to will. It came just before bed time. Amber looked deeply into his eyes."Honey, you know what I do for a living,"she said,"I took a month off to be with you, but I have to get back to work, honey."

"I know,"said notice,"when do you have to get out ?"

"The day after tomorrow,"she said."I have to view a nine pm. trajectory out of O'hare Thursday night."

"How long will you be gone,"he asked.

"Three weeks."gold looked into posting's expression and saw the sadness."They have two pic shoots and some rails work lined up for me in Paris. I wish I didn't have to go, honey, I'm going to overleap you something horrific, but I have no option,"she said.

"I know,"said Bill.

"Do you think you'd be able to take me to the airport so you could see me off ?"she asked.

"Honey,"he said trying to coerce a little grin,"if Atilla the Hun was camped on my door step, he could not prevent me from seeing you off."

She lightly pressed the palm of her deal against his dresser and laid her foreland on his shoulder as he reached around her and pulled her in tighter to his face. They held each other for awhile, before going to bed. They had made love every night since that day they walked out of Harry's bar, but tonight was different, tonight they just wanted to keep each other. Tomorrow night, their last night together for three weeks, they would make love, but tonight…
tonight…

Bill drifted off to catch some Z's with his blazonry around Amber, but amber had fuss sleeping. Something was bothering her. Out of all the places on world the agency could hold sent her, why did it have to be Paris.

When they first met, amber told Bill about living in Paris for six month. What she neglected to state him was that the apartment over the Moulin rouge, was not hers. It belonged to Jon Paul, the person she lived with during those six months.

Jon Paul was a really Frenchman, tall, good looking, and smooth as silk with the gentlewoman. He was a successful make-up artist and worked with most of the same client that booked from the, New House of York, model agency that had Amber under declaration. Amber and he had a chronicle together and, although Jon Saint Paul would never make a commitment, she found it impossible to resist his charms. There was no way she would be in Paris for three weeks and not run into him.

This would be amber's firstly time away from Bill, her first trial run at fidelity, something amber never had to worry about before. Could her love life, yes love, for Bill be impregnable than the charms of Jon Paul. She honestly didn't know .