Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. But the question on Buffy's mind isn't who the victim is, or who it was that dug the knife into the victim's stomach. It's a m...ch more important question that needs answering. “You know...” Buffy turns her head to see Xander standing next to her suddenly. “Maybe it's different here in Scotland, but I'm fairly certain that back in the U.S. of A where you were born, it was customary when visiting a hospital patient to actually go inside and visit with them.” Buffy goes. Stepping into the shower she closed her eyes, enjoying the hot water run over her skin. Her mind going over the conversation she had just had with her cyber lover. Her body started to recreate it, reviving the sensations. Her nipples hardened, puckering. The jets of water hitting them, sending erotic images through her mind. Her loins tingling, desire burning within her once again. She lathered her aroused body with lots and lots of soap, caressing her neck imagining his mouth there, then her. I laughed. I guess we were both in a good mood. We were doing something other than studying. Should I tell her that she looked nice? She's married. This is not a date.Our seats were not in the best location. I took her hand as we climbed to the uppermost section of the stands."This is fun. I can't remember the last time I went to the circus," she said.She had to crane her neck in order to see what was happening in the center ring. I didn't mind having her head next to mine. Her perfume was very. "Does it have something to do with his bowling?" No, his bowling sucks, but it always has. That's nothing new. He was telling us last night that he's becoming a cuckold pretty soon, so it seems appropriate that we call him the cuck, or cuck for short, don't you think?" I prodded."Tell me, Bill, exactly what does cuckold mean?" demanded Sue."Seriously, Sue? You don't know what it means? It's an expression that a wife, and only a wife, can bestow on a man. It's a man whose wife is fucking someone.