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handsome roll of hips that drew the male eye like nothing else. Something about her that just shouted woman in all the right ways. Sandy didn’t see it, herself. She thought she was plain and maybe not too bad if she fixed up a bit. She was wrong. She was beautiful all the time, and just flat-out spectacular with make-up and her hair done.
    “You don’t like it?” He meant the g-string.
    “It’s not very comfortable for everyday wear,” she said.
    He grinned. “Okay, take it off.”
    “I don’t have anything else...” Her voice trailed off and she cut her eyes around toward him. “Oh, no. I’m not going without, Mickey.”
    “Sure you are,” he said, wondering if she would.
    “You are such a bastard,” she said. She’d said the same thing to Linus Davidson ten hours earlier.
    “Most bastards don’t love you like I do,” Mickey said. “Be good you remembered that, Sandy, unless maybe you don’t care about it like you used to.”
    She gave him a blank look. “What are you talking about, Mickey? Of course, I care about it. I’m your wife, remember?”
    “And you love me, right?”
    “Jeez,” she sighed.
    “Right?”
    “Yes, I love you, damn it. What do you think?”
    “I think take the g-string off,” he said. “And I think I’d like to bend you over this table here and fuck your brains out.”
    She laughed, startled, and said, “What would the neighbors think?” Meaning the six or eight people who could see them.
    “In the bathroom, then,” he said, getting up. “Come on.”
    “We can’t ,” she said, giving him the desperate little no, no, no expression.
    “Up, Sandy.”
    Just as he held out his hand, a fat woman in a black bikini walked by and went into the ladies. She ignored them, but the lock clicked behind her. Mickey pulled Sandy to her feet and took her around the building to the men’s. It was empty.
    “You’re crazy,” Sandy whispered.
    “In here,” he said, and locked them into a stall and kissed her. He unzipped her dress in back and ran his hands over her skin, feeling the tautness of her bra across her back. She pressed herself against him, breathing hard through her nose. When the kiss broke she hugged him and giggled.
    “Oh, my God. How nasty can you get, Mickey?”
    “You have no idea,” he said, and tugged at her dress.
    “No,” she whispered desperately. “No! Mickey, please.”
    He ignored her shock at his behavior and worked the dress off her arms, and then reached back around her ribs and unhooked the bra so that her breasts slid out underneath bare and pale and beautiful. She had bruises on the left side that Mickey hadn’t put there. He cupped them in his hands, caressing her, and she groaned and when he kissed her again, her mouth was open and wet and wanting.
    Mickey thought about taking the dress off her completely, but hiked the skirt up instead, and tugged the g-string down. Sandy hooked her thumbs in the elastic bands and wriggled her hips to get it over her thighs. He bent to pick it up and stuck it in his pocket, and while he was down there, kissed Sandy’s crotch, using his tongue to get her labia wet.
    Instead of kissing her again when he stood up, he turned her in place and put his hands on her shoulders, bending her forward. She reached for the plumbing pipes to brace herself and made that warm, muffled little yelp of welcome and need that she made for Linus and then three times for Mickey and now again, all in one day. He pressed into her, not easing back and forth but just sliding into her the hard way. She squealed and covered her mouth with one hand to stop the noise. Mickey slapped her behind sharply and started to move his hips.
    He loved the feel of the garter belt and the way it framed her soft ass and the pinkness from hitting her. Sandy had to brace her hands against the wall as he pummeled her and yipped when his hand came down not playfully, but hard. He knew how hard to spank her. He knew she liked it if he was playful and