The recovery time had provided her with the opportunity for a good deal of reflection and self-examination. Like me, she wasn't entirely happy with wh...t she saw inside herself.Growing up in a life of privilege, she had wanted for nothing and was even blessed by the distant, but genuine, love of her parents. The death of her mother to illness when she was just fourteen suddenly and seemingly inexplicably threw her entire train off its tracks. She became moody and unsettled, a very model of. He smiled and poured her a glass of wine before reaching for his wallet."Oh Simon, you know, I was only kidding about the extra cash!" She gasped.She sat down on the edge of the bed and then reclined back beside him. She was still naked apart from her panties and the one stocking that was still on.She lit a cigarette and, completely disregarding everything she'd been taught about making a quick exit, said, "Come here Simon, come here. Come to me."But he didn't. Instead he reached out and took. I decided I needed a stronger validation of Jen's infidelity than fuck-wad Neil's simple word. I made plans to follow Jennifer on one of her many evening excursions to various places around town. Her jaunts were always under the guise of going to the gym or to some church activity or other. Until now, I'd had no reason to doubt or ask questions.On Tuesday night, I followed her to the gym. I stayed outside in a distant part of the parking lot when she went inside. I figured that with a workout. Then he explained to us that a hug usually signified that the initiator of the hug (me and Bob) wanted to engage in sex! That a kiss was just a kiss and not necessarily an intimate sign of affection.It was the first time that any of us had any physical contact with of our new little friends, other than a handshake. We explained to the Rua and Lou that for us it was just the opposite. A hug was simply a gesture of friendship not necessarily an invitation to have sex. When we tried to explain.