For those of you not from New Orleans let me explain voodoo. It lives in this city like a fog, it creeps around, and up until yesterday I wasn't sure ...f its powers.Let me give you my situation. I am 27 years old and married. Donna is an attractive Creole woman. Dark hair to her shoulders bountiful bottom and nice round breast, yum.I on the other hand am slim. That is rare for a man living in a city with so much to eat. I was of average height and not what you would call to handsome.Anyway Donna. She had never really minded — in fact had often enjoyed — guys whistling at her in the halls or making admiring remarks about her legs or ass or breasts, as long as they were respectful. If Jack had asked her, she might have said yes.She wasn’t the kind to mind that much if a boyfriend cheated on her — guys were horny, she got that. In fact, that was what she loved about them. But lying to her — that was another story. Absolutely unacceptable. As was taking her for granted and violating her. The Husband rented country house for a naked weekend of sex and debauchery together. It was perfect venue, secured private compound, with the house high on a hill with distant views to valley below. The house wrapped around the pool, making it very private. It was summer and warm, from the moment they closed the front door behind them they were naked. Nude swimming, sex at pool, sex in lounge, sex in bed, sleeping naked covered only with her Husband’s semen.They were awoken by 2 masked. "Fine," I said. I became silent, so I could watch them play withoutembarrassing them, and smiled. I watched the subtle cures, and Iremembered how it had been for me. How a friend and playmate had evolvedinto much more, it all happening so slowly we had been "dating" for along time before we even realized it ourselves.Finally, the pretend gunfire stopped and the two of them shouted andcheered for themselves, and I asked, "The good guys and gals won, I takeit?"Leon turned around and said, "Of.