In the cocktail lounge we werechatted up by some of the men, despite their wives being with them. Iwas enjoying the attention, but made sure to includ... the wives, whenresponding. Even so, I think some husbands were going to get an earbashing when they got home.We walked home arm in arm, both slightly tipsy. In bed, wearing my newpink satin camisole top and matching shorts, I thought back over theday. Running my hands over my body enjoying the feel of satin on mynewly hair free pubic area. What. What in the hell made me think I could say that and not talk about my downstairs situation? I should have lied and said work, or the freakishly healthy groceries I bought earlier or rising sea levels or some shit. I hit the joint, well fuck. “She came onto me when Aaliyah fell asleep. We were smoking and she kissed me. So I ate her out, made her cum, then she had to go,” I reply and look over to him through half open stoner eyes. Ethan’s looking at me, frozen, only moving again when I hand him. "Millie brought my meal tray most evenings and would return half an hour later to collect the dirty dishes. At these times she started to linger and we talked. Gradually the whole of her married history was revealed and I grew angry at the way her husband treated her. He was one of those men who believed that a wife was a chattel that he owned along with the furniture. Someone who had no rights except to keep the house clean, cook his meals and become a receptacle for his sperm whenever he. Supper and shower time came and went without Tom being consciously aware of their passing. As he lay in his bunk, wide awake, waiting as the incredibly long minutes slowly went by; he fingered the blanket he was going to take with him. Finally, it was time. Crawling out of bed, he threw the blanket over his shoulders as if he was cold and going to the washroom. Once outside, he stayed in the shadows, walking past the cabins, skirting the sports field until he arrived at the shore of the lake.