Driven by the urge to read the second sext, I drew a deep breath, gave one more sideways glance to the passing tourists, then flipped the phones cover up one more time. Sitting erect and alert, I braced myself for the next accusatory message and held the phone up to my nose.

WHEN YOU ARE FINISHED WITH THAT ONE OF YOURS, I AM GOING TO BEND YOU OVER THAT BENCH AND IN FULL VIEW EVERY MAN, WOMAN AND CHILD, DROP YOUR DRAWERS, SPANK THAT BARE NEKKED BUTT AND

My heart was racing so fast and the sweat dripping so profusely from my forehead as I read that message I just couldnt bring myself to finish the last line. I dropped the phone to my lap again, wiped my brow, crossed my legs TIGHTLY, took the biggest breath I could muster and was just about to finish reading when I saw HER . . And by gawd there was no mistaking it was HER, most definitely HER strutting towards meTHE ONE . . .MY FAVE . . .HER . . .

Not giving a rats ***** about what my Hotpen was about to do to me for cheating on her with my favorite Fan Fic author, I flipped the phone shut, shoved it in my pocket and stared as SHE walked towards me. And for one brief moment, albeit brief in deed, I stifled a chuckle at my situation – the woman I was cheating on my wife with was upset that I was cheating on her because I was stalking a writer I didnt know . . .(WHAT THE EVERLOVIN ***** IS WRONG WITH ME?????)

I didnt care what was wrong with me; I didnt give a flying ***** about anything at that moment but watching that woman glide her way through the crowd. Arms swaying in rhythm with her long, graceful strides, she moved effortlessly , almost as if in slow motion, and totally unnoticed by the masses filling the park. Her straight, shoulder-length blonde hair blew back as she walked and tossed her head from side to side – like a super model on a catwalk. She was hot for sure, ***** HOT definitely.