Too early, far too early, Frank arrived at home.
The international economic negotiations were shattered, each side insisted on their positions, and so his boss, the Minister for Economic Affairs, and the whole delegation had travelled back days before the scheduled closing date. Certainly, there was still a chance that his delegation would return to the negotiating table in a few days' time. Also the public wasn't aware of this radical move. So everything remained open.
Frank regretted the unexpected end very much, even if it was only temporary.
He had become very accustomed to the two doe-eyed beauties that the host had provided to him, like to all other delegation members. From time immemorial it has been and it is always the unwritten task of the host to provide freely and unrestrictedly such attendants, who had to be very active for the delegates in every sense outside the hard conference business.
Most of the time Frank could not differentiate between the bunnies, as they were commonly called. But this time, there was a dark-skinned beauty he was sure to identify for her slightly asymmetrical pageboy hairstyle, her slender boyishness, and a beauty mark on her right breast. And she was the most versatile and flexible girl in bed, too.
Well, the talks had broken off, probably only suspended, but he was very dissatisfied, his libido simply wasn't settled.
Clearly there had been too little bunny games.
Frank hoped that the negotiations were only interrupted and would therefore continue in two or three days. Such an almost undiplomatic behavior meanwhile had firmly established itself in politics. Ever since the Brexit yearlong hopping the delegates have commonly referred to it as "Boris' Balls Battle" in all its ambiguity - although the real actual originator of such battering-ram strategy was the 45th President of the United States.
It was due to the abrupt and perhaps only provisional end that Frank was at his front door at seven o'clock in the morning.
Evelyn and he lived in the left semi-detached house, on the right lived their neighbour Pamela.
Pamela was only a year younger than Evelyn, but looked very different. While Evelyn, like Frank, was slim and slender, Pamela was a bit chubby, well, better very curvy, with a big rack. "If I could, I would place my creamy and heavy load on her busty shelf," Frank often thought when he saw her. But apart from friendly contacts there was nothing more, despite that Frank dreamed a lot about having sex with Pamela. Even when he was sleeping with Eve, he sometimes imagined that they were three. He once hinted to Evelyn that he had fantasized about a threesome with Pamela, and later his wife had asked him for permission to seduce the younger Pamela: "Please leave it to me, I want to seduce her, I want to try it out. Thinking about it already gives me a tingling sensation between my legs." But she also asked Frank to keep silence to their neighbor, because she alone, Eve, wanted to debauch Pamela. Frank had granted her that and encouraged her again and again. He had a suspicion that Pamela would do it with both of them, only lacking the initial spark to start the steamy adventure.
A modern city bike leaned at the wall of Pamela's house. "If she is training her legs by cycling, our sexy Busty Pamela will soon be able to open her thighs very swiftly for us," Frank thought, then he unlocked the front door and entered.
He placed his handy suitcase in the hallway under the coat rack, hung up his coat and put his beret on the hat rack to the other caps and a baseball cap.
As he passed the open kitchen door, he noticed that Eve had already started the coffee machine for an espresso. Eve herself was in the bath; the door was closed, but he heard the noise of the shower.
