My eyes were locked. I knew she was looking at me but I could not divert my gaze to save my life. A full minute had passed before I was able to compos... myself and turn away. This young woman had not seen me in just over seven years. So much had changed since those nights on the islands. Did those occurrences really even happen the way I remembered them? Was it all my imagination? Was she truly just an innocent little girl? Isabella finally broke the silence, ‘It’s alright Charlie. I don’t trust. What he didn't know was that this time I had hired a private detective and I had audio tape and video tape and I had not liked what I'd heard on the audio and seen on the video, not one little bit! The question that could be asked was why was I willing to keep Richard around at all after what he had done. The simple answer was punishment and revenge. Sooner or later my demands would be so severe that he would walk out on me. The key was to not push him too far, too fast. What good is revenge if. My wife was, at first, unsettled about just how easy it would be to arrange a real meet with this man. For me, he seemed perfect. None aggressive but direct with a horny eagerness to get into Kathy’s married knickers. Her first response was a series of questions. She naturally wanted to know who he was, what he was like, was he married etc. In a series of emails between us he said that he was divorced with two kids and had been a bull to several other white couples in the past. We knew. Her flawless caramel skin. Her long curly black hair. Her beautiful full lips. Her curvy firm body. She was the only thing on my mind all day. As soon as 8 o'clock got here, you wouldn't want to be the unlucky soul that's in the way of me and my wife. When 8 o'clock finally got here, I ran to my car. I got home within a few minutes. The front door was unlock. When I opened I was greeted with the sight of my wife sitting on the couch, wearing a very sexy red robe. "Well hello handsome," she said.