"It just hurts too much to live here. On Saturday, I opened the bedroom curtains and it was a beautiful day, and it all came flooding back to me, that...afternoon when I saw you and Ken. Their swimming pool was staring back at me and laughing. It was a sort of day-mare. It was horrid. Everything I look at, everything I touch reminds me and I can't go on living with that."She sat and listened to my answer, and then considered it. "I can understand that. But, in some perverse way, I think I would. When I felt him start to pull back, I wanted to tell him to wait a bit longer. I needn't have worried. He had no intention of pulling out. His short out-stroke was followed by a return, and then another, and another, each making me a tiny bit looser until he was able to work up to a solid fucking rhythm.I think until that point, I'd been numbed by the magnitude of the event. When I realized that I was actually being fucked by the biggest cock I'd ever seen on man or beast, all the erotic. ”“Thanks.” I said.She laid back down, still keeping her breasts bare as I turned my body around.“One more thing you should remember.” She added.“What’s that?” I asked.“If you wife found out today, she would have nine years to get over it.” Danielle laughed.I looked back at her and was reminded of chorus of ‘Gotta be Somebody’ by Nickelback. The part that went: ‘Cause nobody wants to be the last one there. ‘Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares.“I’m sorry if I ruined our friendship. ‘Another drink, ma’am?’ the young Japanese waiter who appeared at her table politely asked. ‘No, thank you,’ she smiled, glancing down at her empty martini glass. Alcohol probably wasn’t a good idea, not when she was building herself up for her conversation with Big Eddie. But then again, it was probably just what she did need. ‘Wait…’ she told the departing young man. ‘Yes… sorry… I’ll have the same again.’ Carly couldn’t be far away. She’d make the second martini her last. What time was it.