Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 28: Perfect

Robbin continued to look at Clay lovingly, the corners of his lips drawn upward for a long time. The woman blushed and pulled her hand, but the other side was still in the hands of her husband. Robbin's thumb fingers moved gently over Clay's knuckles. "Ah, if I don't have to go," she later regretted. He remembered the message that came in through the phone.

"Long-time went?" clay asked, his face suddenly clouded again. "I'm coming, please." Highlight her bright reddish eyes glittering, tears enveloping the cornea.

"May, but you stay in the car. I'm not long, anyway."

"No problem, what matters is that I'm coming." Clay pulled his hand from Robbin's grasp into the room to get ready and pick up the phone.

Robbin immediately cleaned the dining table. He washed all the furniture that was used. Then, get out of the kitchen through the side door to take out the trash. He looked around before going back in. On the corner of the road, a metallic blue car was parked, he was poking to see who was in there.

When Robbin was about to approach the car it sped quickly away from the road. Robbin also cursed, he was sure it was the person who was stalking his house.

Robbin rushed into the garage, then began to feel the workshop supplies behind the bumper of his car. He pulled one of the levers on the table, until the crackling of the wooden doors opened under the table.

Displays a secret room that Robbin uses to create both software and hardware-based equipment. He failed this time, should have installed surveillance cameras at home early.

Robbin walked slowly down the stairs to the dark bottom, and his hands searched for a button to make the lights in the basement of the house turn on. There was a rush of electricity before the three yellowish bulbs shimmered.

There is a one meter wide iron table with a length of four meters forming the letter L following the corner of the room. On it is a complete set of computers. There's a brighter light shading the table.

Robbin snorted before doing his job. There was a scream as he sat himself in the wooden chair. His fingers pressed a few buttons, not until the sixty seconds the screen in front of him lit up.

Ringing the phone in the pocket of the pants roared, Robbin took it from the pocket while grumbling. He was patient enough not to interrupt the words of those across the street, until he was given a chance to speak.

"Yes, I wish he was a different person," said Robbin, he rubbed his rough nape before smacking a fingers clenched into his forehead. He already couldn't help but cut off one of the friends on the other side of the phone.

"Blue metallic, I should have known it was Hanes, but why was he just waiting there like a stalker" Robbin said, because all this time the young man always came and went as he pleased to see Clay.

"All right, thank you. I'm gonna put some cameras around the house." The phone call was interrupted, Robbin rushed to finish his work.

Robbin took five five five-millimeter cameras, then entered the code through a computer and activated the phone, he operated the cameras to be accessed remotely.

For about an hour Robbin was in there, occasionally the tip of the fingers tapping the table rhythmically. He's waiting for the last camera programming and it'll all be ready for installation.

"I had to set an alarm on the door too, so I could calm down when I left Clay for work. At least I can tell if there's any danger" Robbin murmured.

Now that all the required devices had been programmed, Robbin rushed out of the secret room. He made sure all the equipment was dead.

A faint sound of Clay calling out to him outside, after exiting the secret door, Robbin immediately headed to the kitchen.

"Sister Robbin, where have you been?" clay asked who was tilting his head when he heard the door open.

"That's what?" Clay approached the dining table where Robbin was.

"Only something unimportant. Are you ready to go?" robbin asked, he saw Clay from toe to head. Only one word occurred to him—sperfection.

Clay wears simple makeup, but still exudes an aura of beauty from within. What a flawless appearance, the clothes worn look stylish as well as tasteful. It was the same shirt, although rich he always wore it on other occasions.

"It was an hour and a half ago" Clay said.

Saliva rough as if difficult to swallow, later tonight Robbin must finish the pending business. Since marriage, he has kept his distance from his wife. And, not anymore. There must be a new wave. The right time because his love is now in the middle, longing for the soft touch of the fingers lentic fingers of the seductress of the heart.

"I'm going to put this in the room" said Robbin, holding the pouch in his left hand and then his right hand pulling Clay's hip, and then tucking the woman's temple short. "Wait a minute."

Clay's eyelids clenched for two seconds, he felt his blood boiling, heat running down his cheeks as Robbin's hard lips touched his skin earlier. He carved out an awkward smile, his heart throbbing, asking for more touches. Her round eyes reluctantly turned away from the wide back of the husband who disappeared at the end of the stairs.

The next five minutes, Robbin approached Clay. He linked his fingers to the sidelines of the wife's stained fingers.

The husbands drove the car down the highway, leisurely walking towards the rendezvous point. The afternoon sky looked beautiful, red mixed with purple, a beam of solar light was also not too hot. Gently glared as it hit Clay's ayu face.

Robbin glanced at Clay, the woman squinting. Robbin's hand was outstretched, lowering the ray barrier in front of the wife.

"Thank you" said Clay, turning to Robbin. "Where's the meeting, Robbin?"

"You will know too." Robbin directs the car to the Cumberland Gate road to N Carriagen Dr, then about 300 feet turn slightly to the left past Bayswater Rd/A402. To get to that place only took six minutes.

"It's over."

"Why not walk this close?" Clay leaned back after looking out the car window.

"If the road could take more than this, yuk!"

"Say tell me to wait in the car?" timpal Clay's.

"Follow it out." Robbin approached Clay's chair, then helped the woman remove her seatbelt. Fresh aroma infiltrates politely in the respiratory cavity. Getting Robbin drunk, he wants to enjoy Clay right now. Take her flying into space and make love in the heavenly garden.

"Sister Robbin," jolted Clay.

"Oh, yeah." Robbin gasps, she hurriedly moves away, withdrawing before sinking into the bottomless vortex, the bay of love Clay built for her. Holy hooch! It's uncertain when he started thinking this sepuitical.