Chapter 177

Rita drove a zippy little Mercedes convertible. It was a beautiful day to have the top down, and we basked in the sun as my hands moved up her thighs while she drove.

"Be good boy," she admonished me.

"For me this is being good," I said.

She shot me a playful look.

"Where's the hubby this afternoon?" I asked.

"Golfing," she said.

"How much time does that give us?" I asked.

"He'll hit the bar afterward," she said. "So, hours and hours. How long is Kat's appointment?"

"Two hours, I think, maybe three?" I said. I honestly wasn't sure.

"She's really going to be an escort?" Rita asked, her voice tinged with genuine surprise.

"She really is," I said. "You know she's done it occasionally in the past, right?"

"Are you serious?" Rita exclaimed.

"Maybe a handful of time