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Alex and Matt sat in peace while eating their meals and talking about the incident at Alex's house. How were they gonna fix the big hole in her basement? And who did it is the real question?
The victim did get caught and that's when Matt put his plate in the sink while walking over to the tv or as the cop before asked them to wait a few weeks before getting the press in on all the action. After the few weeks went past, and the news had come out with the victim. When they heard about the victim was a man that looked a lot like Jonathan Stamps. Alex shut the TV off and a look of surprise ran over her face. Matt hugged Alex close to himself. After the shock with Alex, Matt decided to call his friends, Karen and Arthur, to see if he could get Alex's mind off of herself. Karen answered her cell phone saying, " Hello this is the Gilligan's home how may I help you. " Matt spoke with an concerning tone, " Hey this is Matt, Karen. Karen I was wondering do you know if anyone in our groups are partying tonight? Alex needs some air, " Matt continued to walk towards the den on the other side of Alex's flat. Alex sat in silence mostly it was the shock that had overcame her from the news and the robber was her ex husband. Matt came out of the den while hanging up the phone. Alex asked politely, " So what did she say? " Matt said, " Would you be interested in a dancing competition in about two hours? " Alex smiled knowingly saying to Matt, " Sure I'd love that sweetheart! " Alex jumped up in front of Matt's face and kissed his brightly red cheek while running to the bathroom to get ready. Matt grabbed his suit from Alex's closet and put it on along with their hot steamy shower........

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Afterwards.....

Alex pulled her sexy red dress on and black cute shoes on when Matt stood in the doorway with his nice suit and tie on. Matt was watching Alex's every move and then Alex realized he was there saying, " And how long have you been sitting there darling? " Matt said smirking a handsome look of impressed by her outfit, " Standing here and gawking at how beautiful you are. " Alex brushed up to Matt pushed her pelvic into Matt's flesh and said in a sexy voice, " You just love me a little to much. " Matt chuckled and then grabbed Alex's waist and kissed her passionately. Alex's pushed her lover away and said, " Sh, we'll be late, " Matt continue to flirt with her saying, " Its not late enough for you, " while he continued to grab her bottom. Alex let out a squeal of excitement as she ran for the door.

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