But life in the little town wasn't entirely idyllic. There were a couple of incidents that marred the newcomer's hope for a quiet, peaceful, anonymous...life.The first one was about a month after Valerie, the waitress, had been fired. About eleven o'clock one night, she knocked on his door, arousing him from a sound sleep. It took him a few seconds of staring at her to recognize who she was."Valerie? What is it? What are you doing here?"Even in the dim light, he could see that she was either. When you first came up to me and Sophie at the malt shop we both liked you. Then Sophie looked at me and said, 'I'm going to marry that man some day, ' just like that George. She knew what she wanted and went after it."It surprised me that both girls liked me and that Sophie was so sure about us. But that's the way she always was. She really was a special woman.Our sex life was fantastic when we first got married. We were like two rabbits making love all the time. It was special. It wasn't just. I went back in my room and sat down to recollect what I had seen. I heard them all leave about half an hour later, I can only imagine what went on in the shower! From that day on, that incident changed the way that I looked at her and everytime I look at her, all the hot fucking action is fresh in front of me. She did them all again the next day and the day after that. The good thing was, the secret stayed safe even after four days of continuous sex, and no one else came to know of what was. I began to cry uncontrollably.“ Shh, it’s ok. Just calm down.” he said as he rubbed my back.“Oh God.” I thought, “How could this be happening?”“Listen to me. Stop crying.” He said as he shook me by the shoulders.“Listen, I don’t want to hurt you. Okay? Just be a good girl and do what I say, okay?”I nodded my head yes.“ If you don’t scream I’ll take your gag off. You promise not to scream?”I nodded my head yes again.He reached behind my head and untied the bandanna. He pulled if off then.