CHAPTER TWO
In the living room of the Shakey house MacIntyre Symms was pouring wine into Stacy Shakey's glass.
They looked into each other's eyes, and Stacy felt a strange rumbling below that she didn't quite understand.
She could tell that the man wanted to be more than just good friends but she wasn't sure how far she would let things go.
She was feeling a little drunk, and her inhibitions were quickly drifting away from her conscience.
Stacy could tell that her face was a little flushed and it had been a long time since she had seen her husband.
Stacy was a pretty woman, with curly blonde hair that sat on top of her head like a golden mop.
A lot of people thought that Stacy's hair looked very cute and were envious of it.
But Stacy, not being a vain person, thought that it made h
