Because I worked as a freelance writer, I spent most of my days at home. Rayya was an elementary school teacher. She was still in her black blouse and...jacket when she visited me."If you're asking if I've jerked off, the answer is 'no'", I said, "I've been taking long walks to clear my head."She smiled and took my hand. "Thank you. You're really helping us out by doing this." We're siblings. We have each other's back."That was what I had told Rayya when we first moved in together. Our dad had. "I'm sorry, Mary Ann, I was very bad this morning." No, Ginger. It's okay. I overreacted. I just never..." Mary Ann trailed off, embarrassed."Had an orgasm before?" Ginger guessed. Mary Ann nodded. Now it was Ginger's turn to be shocked. How could any adult woman never had an orgasm at least by her own hands."Is that what's its called? Well, it felt so good, I knew it must be wrong. I know that sounds silly, you coming from Hollywood. I know you have to sleep with all those producers, but I'm a. She grabbed me by the shoulder and dragged me in to the kitchen of the house, she threw the underwear on the table and demanded to know what I was doing, I tried lying saying I thought it was somebody else’s house and was just helping by bringing in the washing, after sniggering she said you’re Lying what were you going to do with my knickers, I reddened and she said AHHH so you were going to put them on where you, I reddened even more then she said well then go on put them on I was gobsmacked. I am floored with everything Barbara is saying. She tells me not to worry- she would never cheat on me; however, I need to do better. As I mentioned she was raised old school, and expects her husband to provide and satisfy her. She jumps out of the bed and says she's going to take a shower and calm down before she says something she regrets. I lie in bed thinking about what just happened and trying to come up with a way to satisfy her. I don't think she'll ever cheat on me, but I ask myself.