“Goodnight, Bree. Drive carefully getting home.”She left without another word, but nodded as she walked away.Now that I was awake, I also realized...that I had to pee. I glanced at my phone and saw that it was almost midnight. I used the Honey Bucket and spritzed my hands with sanitizer. When I got back, I saw a person huddled in a little ball in my chair under the blanket Bree left.“Umm ... Hi?” I said softly.“Oh!” I quickly held a finger to my lips. Whitney unfolded from the chair. It was like. I had been careful not to come off like Iwas interrogating him, or reveal that his replies to my questioning hadflung me into turmoil.I had excused myself shortly thereafter and made my way to the women'sbathroom in Wellness House. I leant over the dirty sink and peered intothe mirror. The perfect stereotypical pose for moments of deepintrospection. There was much in our brief exchange to analyze, and Ihad no choice but to do so.To say I desperately wanted my interpretation of Tim's implication. I read some of it and found that it was a story about a cheating wife. I hit the "back" button and found another story about a cheating wife. I hit "back" again and then again and again. All stories about wives cheating on their husbands. Some because they liked bigger cocks; some because they just were not being taken care of at home; some because they had gotten drunk and were taken advantage of and found out that it was exciting and a turn on to cheat and some because they were being. I promise’‘Alright, go on’I got up and got dressed. After breakfast I went over to John’s house. Normally my mum would drive me, but I decided to take the train instead, as I was already going against the days plans. I arrived at John’s a little over an hour later. I walked up to the front door. I knocked, Mrs Ackroyd answered the door in a shirt and a diaper.‘Oh hi Mrs Ackroyd’‘Hi Will, sorry, I only just got up, I’m guessing you’re here to see John. Come in’I walked through the front door to.