She said that dinner would be ready in an hour, so I kissed her again and headed down the hall to our bedroom. The smell of Febreeze in the room ALMOS... masked the smell of sex, but at least they'd changed the sheets on the bed. I almost lost my lunch when I thought of sleeping in that bed with her tonight. I'd be burning it at my earliest convenience.Then the thought hit me. They HAD to be using some kind of lube for anal sex. Hmmm...I searched her nightstand, and sure enough, there was the. M. I didn’t want to be too tired to discuss everything that had happened, or to participate in my therapy or to do exactly whatever he wanted me to do. So I stayed home. Sam went off for the afternoon to her tennis lessons and so I had the house to myself. I really was feeling tired again but thought I should stay up a bit to worry some more. So I did. First it was just about how to get the dress back because who knows where Jack and Beth and the other girls put it when I changed out of it at. He felt guilty for invading her privacy this way, but he continued to read anyway.When he finished, he sat for a moment, trying to process what he learned. Then he checked the time and decided to wake Grace so they could do some of the sightseeing she wanted today.“Wake up, Gracie. Time to rise and shine,” Mac said, opening the curtains to let in the daylight.“Mmm, what time is it?” Grace answered in a groggy voice.“It’s time to get out of bed so we can get started on our day,” he. She knew that voice, would know it anywhere, and it made her skin crawl. Suddenly, it felt like she could barely breathe.“I’m sorry, but there is no Emily here,” Paul said sternly, realizing in an instant by Emmy’s reaction that this was Alexander.“Of course,” Alexander scoffed. “I mean Emmy. I have something of hers that I need to return, and I’d like to speak with her please. It took a while for me to even find her.”Paul glanced quickly at his wife who worked hard to pull herself together. He.