“One more” I kept on saying to myself. I knew I couldn’t keep this facade up forever – I had to stop before I was found out.

The thrill and the rush mixed with all that power flowing through my body; how could I possibly stop what I had already begun? I was only fooling myself.

It was quiet in here for a Wednesday night. The rain lashed down outside, and I wished I hadn’t dispensed with my raincoat. But I’d had to.

I ushered the waitress over and ordered another coffee. Her cleavage was more pronounced than usual. As she walked away I turned to admire her form, if that’s what you could call it.

She was well into her 40s, husband must’ve fucked off years ago as she always displayed her assets. She brought the coffee over and placed it next to me, pushing her bosom into my face.

I looked up at her and she turned and walked away. It was late and no one else was in.

“She’ll do” I thought as I got up to her follow her, sliding my gloves on. “Don’t make it too messy now” I said under my breath.