She came to me. She nodded at her boss to get lost; he did.She sat me down in a chair and knelt in front of me. The concern in her eyes real, and not ...or her; but for me! "Dexter, my God, you were never meant to see that. I feel so bad for you, my husband. Are you okay?"She was tending to me as though I were a little kid who had just fallen of my bicycle. I wasn't okay. And, I was beginning to get back some level of self-control."Tiffany, we're through!" I said. The tears were coming, my tears.. Now, I'm going to tell you guys everything the same way she told me (she tells me what she did with the guys she's with to help me not let my mind run wild, and to get me off).Shela: Oh god baby, you should've seen this guy. Well, it all started off he was touching me and fingering me, and I was feeling good. He helped me take my clothes off and I got on my knees to take off his pants.Shela: He was so big that I nearly fell back when it popped out! His cock's about 9 inches long and much. *I remember every single minute of that night in heartbeat-rising detail...I was sipping bubbly from a glitzy champagne glass in his posh Kensington condo, wearing nothing but my underwear and fishnet stockings. My legs were curled under me, heels on – he told me to keep those on, despite the pristine-white, fluffy rug. The two of you were tasting some god knows how old whisky...Kian- his name was - looked at me and asked what I wished to try, and I knew, I was in for a very special night.“I. Finally, I said, "I don't know if I want to stay near any houses this summer. It's going to be rough this summer as all those bodies decompose. I think we need to make a plan for the rest of the summer through at least Labor Day and perhaps Thanksgiving."Jane said, "You're right. Do we go back or look for something a bit more civilized?" I'm inclined to go for a safe place with housing, things to do, and ways we can stay despite power issues and the like." I hadn't thought of the power going.