Equal SharesChapter 14
Stan twisted on the sofa. Anne had invited him in, but not for coffee. There was only one plausible explanation... was he ready? His erection felt like a log in his underwear... That part of him felt ready, at least. Anne had opened her door and gestured him inside. She'd told him, "Sit there while I fix us a drink. What would you like?" Stan asked for a scotch, but asked for a glass of water too. Anne was now in the kitchen, fixing things. "Glenmorangie?" she called, and Stan...