" She looked long at him. "Boy...You cute as a muthafucka. We'll think of somethin." "Like what?" He seemed lost. "Like what," she mocked laughingly. ...You all about dumb ain't you?" Finally they arived at a small, dark, rundown trailer and she pulled the truck through the yard and parked right by the door. "This is home baby." The tone of her voice changed and she lost all her accent. She opened the door and let him in then as soon as she closed the door reached for the thermostat on the wall. I lean against the cold glass, and my nipples touch the glass, causing a sharp intake of breath. I like the feeling, it makes me feel more naked than I am, if that's possible, tonight I am alone and I want to have sex, and as my brow rests on the glass and my warm breath condenses on the glass pane, I watch as it runs in small rivulets, mimicking the silken beads of moistness on my inner thighs, I shiver, not of the cold, but of the desire of a man, any man, in my hour of need.I leave my. I was caught off guard and my mind was led into the gutter in the worst way. It was the first, and last time, I would ever cheat on my husband, or so I thought. I have tried many times to tell him, but when you have a marriage as great as mine it is far too hard to just put fire on the ice. I know it would hurt him so much….so bad. I mean, in every form of fashion I can tell that this man loves me with all of his passion. On too many occasions he has expressed to me how I am his world; I am his. "Ready," Rob asked his wife."Yes, ' she murmured in reply.It was a quite ordinary looking house - brick and tile, nicely kept with a bushy garden, certainly nothing about it gave any hint of what terrible things might go on within it's walls. Did it hold dark secrets of torture chambers with cruel machines and devices. Yvonne was literally trembling as her husband led her to the front door. She was shaking and had to be helped up the steps.A big man answered Rob's knock on the door - no one.