I hoped that she would tellme that she really did love me--not just my money. And considering mysituation, all I had was hope.I don't know whether I a... thankful or resentful that she didn't have mewear a blindfold. I don't know if I want to see what's coming next.I knew in my heart that this wasn't a test. I knew that it was all realand true. Becca intended to "do away with" me in a manner that wouldprevent me from reclaiming my former life. She wanted to start overwith Ben and use my money to. I had never cheated on my husband in twenty-three years of marriage, but he was absolutely convinced that I was having an affair and obsessed with the idea of getting me to admit it. The Inquisition had worn on all summer and after spending the last couple months of getting grilled about it on a near daily basis, the frustration reaching the breaking point. I’d had enough and at that moment, something snapped deep inside. I got to thinking that if it was already a forgone conclusion that I was. She stroked her upper arms and shoulders, ran her hands down over her belly and then up again to cup her breasts, lifting them and lowering her head to kiss her nipples, and then, still fondling one breast, she slipped her other hand between her legs.I’d never imagined her doing anything like that, and I was practically shaking with excitement.She went to the door and turned the key in the lock, and then she returned to her bed and took her nightdress from beneath the pillow. She slipped it. He was not to be deterred. While holding her shoulders down he continued stroking her, stroking her breasts, stroking her thighs, sliding his hand over her panty clad crotch. She began responding to the expert and erotic stroking of her body. Gripping her panties he attempted to slide them down. Somehow, she was still resisting, saying, "Please don't take my panties down!"He said nothing but continued her seduction till she was moaning, flushed and trembling, clearly close to surrendering to.