I had screwed up, forgetting for an instant that David isn’t mine anymore. Knowing about his girlfriend is one thing, but seeing her is a completely...different subject. I didn’t expect her to be so nice and jovial. Her smile was blinding. For the first time in a very long time—since junior high— I felt insecure. So, yeah, I ignored David’s call and spent way too long thinking about what they would talk about, whether he had fallen in love with her, whether they had already made love… I couldn’t. He’s treated me better than anyone else in my life…and…” then Ashley broke into tears. Trevor again peeked into the window and saw June comforting Ashley. “Have you told him?” “No because there’s no future. He’ll hate me if he finds out that I started fucking him as part of a con, and there’s no way he’ll leave his wife even though Ron is fucking her.” “What, Ron is fucking his wife? Does Ron know that, or Trevor?” June asked flabbergasted. “No, neither does, that’s why I call him George. Matt moved into the master bedroom. He also purchased the building in which he hoped to open his photography business. When he became a legal adult, he sold the house his folks left him for more than he expected, and that money, plus his substantial inheritance, assured him he only would have to work if he wanted to. One of the first things he did with his money was arrange it so Dianna could go to State U. with Rick. He wanted to buy them a house, but Mary said she thought that was a little. "Yes. Yes, sir." Pant pant pant.Mary wheezed out the main events, on how Thomas installed an off switch on Martha."And . . . and . . . she whipped me." Really." I knew you'd want me whipped anyway." True. Show me."Mary dropped her jacket to reveal the whip marks across the top of her back above her halter top."Impressive. She did quite the number on you---those are going to scar."Mary nodded her head down to her chest."Tell you what. Put her in charge of discipline and show the stables the demo.