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blinking on the phone, and I went over to press the button. “Honey, I'll be there in the morning for sure, and I'll take you out for a late breakfast and then we can do all the touristy stuff.” I suppose it could've been worse, and right now I was only glad that he wasn't here to find me sneaking in after hours.
     
I slept like a baby, and I woke up to the smiling face of my husband, as Michael looked down and was watching me sleeping. “You looked so peaceful that I didn't want to make any noise, because I wanted to take a mental picture of just how you are.” That was very romantic, but I wasn't sure if it was going to be enough to salvage this relationship. “I'm going to go shave, and why don’t you find something suitable to wear for breakfast.” He closed the door, then suddenly I got the case of the guilts, and I was this close to unburdening myself, when I saw his laptop sitting there open on the coffee table.
     
Something grabbed my attention, and I didn't know quite what it was until I walked over and saw a photograph of Richard O'Connell prominently displayed on the screen. I was aghast, and it totally floored me to see his face in the flesh, especially on my CIA husband’s computer. I really didn't have a chance to read much, but I did get enough information to tell me that he was a person of interest. I'm not exactly sure what that means, but it couldn't be very good if it was on his computer.
     
I heard the sound of the water turning off, and I turned towards the window, making it look like I was enjoying the scenery, instead of snooping on his personal privacy. He came out, stopped in the doorway, and then came over to stand behind me. “The scenery is very beautiful, and Japan has good qualities to.” I placed my hands on his, and we just stood there and enjoyed the solitude, until finally he broke away and went over to close the laptop. I guess he thought that he had made a mistake, and instead of making any mention of it, he had decided to turn the tables and make me think of something else.
     
“We should get going, as I still want to see the kabuki theater, and we should get there before it gets too busy.” We walked out of there hand in hand, but he wasn't taking any chances, and had his laptop in his laptop bag over his shoulder. That shouldn't have surprised me, because he usually kept his business close at hand. I still didn't know why Richard's face was on his computer, but now I've started to doubt my own reasoning, and went back in my mind to see the gun on the table. There had to be a connection, because those two things couldn't possibly be misconstrued as something else.
     
When we got down to breakfast, I saw my paramour sitting alone eating what could only constitute a single soft-boiled egg, two slices of dry toast, and a cup of coffee that was still steaming hot. He didn't even try to make eye contact, and continued to eat his breakfast in peace. We ordered the same Western omelet, and then he excused himself to use the facilities, giving me the occasion to talk to Richard. Could I really take the chance and possibly get caught, or was this too important to let stand for another day.
     
“Past…Past.” I was trying to get his attention, without actually turning around and seeing him face-to-face. I heard the sound of a chair behind me moving, and then his voice was crystal clear in my ear.
     
“You couldn't stay away, and I don't suppose you have time for a bathroom quickie.” He didn't even give me a chance to say anything, walking past me and going down where the bathrooms were. I would imagine that my husband and him were now seeing each other, and I wasn't sure how would it look if I excused myself, just as he was returning to the table. I wanted to go down to the bathroom with every fiber of my being, so much so that my pussy was juicing with anticipation. His cock was too much to deny, and he had an animal magnetism that was attracting me to him like we were two