61. Served Cold: Fresh Start

Troy woke up. He was in a hospital bed. For a few seconds, he was disorientated.

Then it all came back to him. Smith had accused him of raping Eve. He hadn't really raped her.

She'd been sleeping in his guest room at his house, and he'd slipped it in with great effort while she slept. At one point she'd thought he was Smith and she'd opened up just enough.

He'd come after a few strokes, and he took a towel and wiped her up. Then he fell asleep next to her. He'd woken up randy as all hell and started moulding her nice, heavy breasts.

She'd called him Smith again and kissed him before opening her eyes. Troy hadn't been kissed like that in what felt like forever. He savoured the seconds before she opened her eyes.

The pure shock on her face as she realized he was in bed with her had been like ice-cold water. Seconds later, his wife had stormed in like a banshee on crack, and Eve's shock had turned into horror. Ritah had lunged for Eve with talons extended.