CHAPTER SEVEN
Alicia Walker, sitting in a cozy comer of the Daly City Country Club lounge, felt a sweet thrill in the cunt as Cleve Langton sauntered over toward her table. What a handsome, sexy hunk of young man he really was!
"The bartender said you wanted to see me," he smiled, taking a chair across from hers. "I'm flattered."
Alicia shivered as his eyes coursed across her full bodice. She had been a widow for over a year now, her very wealthy husband had been a director of the club and golf course before his fatal heart attack; Cleve knew who she was, all right. But she was forty and he was not yet thirty, and she knew very well if she ever got him in bed she would have to pay for it, one way or another.
And he was already married to that very sexy Candi Jones. Alicia had done her
