At least I was until Dan, my husband, decided to do something stupid while at an out of town sales convention.Let me explain how I found out. It was e...ther by accident, or it was planted by a competitor in the same line of sales as Dan. It was on Sunday morning after he'd returned from the convention. I was getting his things ready to drop off at the dry cleaners on my way to work Monday morning. I was going through the pockets of his suit coat when I found the black thong and a picture of Dan. “Amtrak 1, to dispatch, come in, over,” came over the radio. The call repeated several times before the answer came back. The dispatcher was likely either asleep or in the bathroom. On low traffic routes like this, it was not at all unheard of for the dispatcher to not be immediately available for contact. The Espee was known for its impressive level of basic mismanagement, and it was just continued confirmation of it. It was amazing they made money with how badly they maintained discipline.His. Somehow I zipped it into my pants. Luckily the exit into the theatre took five steps, and we went through a nearby door, which led to the toilets and to a locked elevator. Nicky’s key opened the elevator, already awaiting occupation, and we slowly rose two stories to her loft. Kissing me, the gray haired artist told me, “You won’t need a key going down,” and closed the door once Caitlin and I exited.Clothes created a trail to Nicky’s familiar four poster bed. Caitlin knelt on it and lowered her. I ran my hands over her wet teen body, washing off the puke and blood that had accumulated from her earlier abuse. Finally we were clean enough to continue"Ok, my little bitch. Lets see how long you can hold your breath," I said as I slowly pulled her head below the water by her hair. She started wiggling a bit as I pulled her under. As the seconds ticked by, she started to thrash. At about 40 seconds, the thrashing became quite frantic, the flailing of her legs beating the water to a.