Chapter 2 - The Recording

God, I was so very right. We met Amahle at a restaurant in Melrose Arch and Sindiswa had been perfectly accurate about how sexy the girl was. Sorry, young lady. I know it's not the right thing to call her a girl, but I couldn't bring myself to think of her as a woman. Actually, Sindiswa's description fell short. Amahle was far sexier than my wife had suggested. She had the bloom of youth about her, but it went way beyond that. Her body was insane. Tits, ass, legs, face, hair — everything about this young woman screamed sex. Sindiswa introduced me and we all made small talk for a while, catching up, learning that Amahle already had another job with better money. They talked about shows they liked and other women at the office. Then Sindiswa hinted about the affair. Amahle was sharp and picked up the meaning right away. She asked how Sindiswa found out and then laughed when she heard the answer, calling Given clumsy but cute. Then she burst wide open, talking fast, explaining everything. She was young enough to say too much but old enough to hold some things back.

"He'd get so excited his hands would shake," Amahle said. "I'd open the front of my shirt to flash him my tits, and he'd start dropping things all over his desk. So charming."

"Understandable," Sindiswa agreed. "You're gorgeous. Any man would trip over himself for a chance with you."

"That's very sweet, thank you."