CHAPTER FOUR
Restless and uptight, Pam welcomed the knock at her back door. Must be Blanche, she thought, hurrying to answer. I hope she's got time for coffee this morning. Ever since Ross left for work, Pam's tortured mind had been crowded with forbidden s****l fantasies. Her frustrated body still throbbing with need, the shapely housewife was eager for distraction. Even Myrtle Snyder, the slovenly neighborhood gossip, would have been warmly received.
Instead of a neighbor, however, Pam opened the door to find herself face to face with a dark-eyed, rugged man carrying a tool box. The curly-haired man wore snug jeans and his short-sleeved shirt hung loosely, completely unbottoned, revealing a brown and muscular body. He gaped in frank admiration, taking in every inch of Pam's curves as s
