”“You have no idea.”We stook there, me naked, him in his towel around his waist, for what seemed like forever. I certainly didn't know what to s...y. He was eyeing me pretty hard ... I guess trying to figure out what to say next. At least I had stopped crying like a baby.“Hey, so, what are you doing tonight?”“Nothing.” That question wasn't really expected.“Why don’t you come over to my apartment and we can hang out, pick up a pizza, watch a movie, talk. What do you say?”“I say … what time and I’m. His lips were now locked upon my own as his tongue forced it's way into my mouth and search of mine. He kissed me deeply and passionatelyoccasionally nibbling at my lips. his kisses were alternately both deep and forceful and then soft and fleeting. When he's finally satisfied himself that he explored every inch of denim covered ass his right hand slipped up under the lower hem of mymy sweatshirt and deftly cupped my left breast, squeezing the fleshy mound lightly before moving on to the right. No of course not ... I, I guess I am just not sleeping too well, not after everything that’s happened, and sleeping in a strange place – a strange bed, it’s all just catching up on me I guess.”She looked at her niece speculatively for a moment.“In fact, I think that I am really superfluous to what is needed here right now. This situation seems to be resolving itself, and your father says that he’s struggling with it all ... I think it might be time for the two of us to depart this place. I am. ’ ‘Did you know with whom, or what this meeting was about?’ ‘No. I assumed that it was some sort of committee that she belonged to, at least that’s what she told me when she first started going out on a regular basis on Wednesday nights.’ ‘And you believed her?’ ‘Yes. I saw no reason not to.’ ‘I’m sorry. But I don’t believe that for one minute. I think that you know very well what your wife did on Wednesday nights.’ ‘Are you accusing me of murdering my wife?’ ‘Can you think of anyone with a.