"What game?  The game where you convince my wife to leave me."  His voice dripped with malice as he slowly and carefully closed the distance between them.  He was angry, even somewhat frightened himself at what he might do to them.  He stayed silent now, not wanting to give away that he was behind them.  He moved more  quickly when they talked, knowing the sound of their voice would cover the sound of his movements.  Their fear made him smile, it was cruel, he didn't like it about himself, but it felt good.<br/><br/>He could see their outline in the light of the phone as they dialed and he took the final few steps behind them.  "Who are you calling?"  He asked, his voice now right behind them a firm hand on their shoulder and he could see Abigail's face on the phone. He pulled them back against him, inhaling to take in their scent.  "Are you going to hit send?"  He said, his hardness pressing into their back.<br/><br/>"You should be afraid, you have interfered between a man and his wife."  He told them but then continued.  "But I love Abigail more than anything, and if she wants to be with you, I won't interfere.  She can leave, she can have a divorce if she wants it."  His other hand went to their waist, the around their front, half embracing them.  "I want you to be happy as well, I really do.  I won't stand in the way.  You two can be together, be happy"  He squeezed gently but firmly, wanting to slid his hand upward to caress their breasts but keeping it in place and just feeling them against them for a few heartbeats.