At Bellevue café, David saw Samantha sitting in the back near the rest rooms. He lowered his hat, looking around for any familiar faces, cautiously footing over. At each step he took, he could feel his heart beat harder against his chest. Meeting up with a married woman, and in public, finally hit him. Reality extended its hand and touched his fantasy. He took a seat, nervously rubbing his hands together. Samantha pulled her hair back into a ponytail, just the way Jennifer did. David immediately thought about her, but that didn’t last long. Samantha’s fitted black tank top made it difficult for him to keep his eyes off of her chest.