Hannah carelessly threw her heels in her room, then headed towards her bathroom. A bath seemed nice, so she began to run the water. She looked in the ...irror and took her earrings out of her ears and began to undress. Nobody was expected to be home for another hour so Hannah left her bathroom door half open, and pinned her hair up. As she eased herself into the tub, the water felt so good on Hannah’s soft bare skin. She took in a deep breath and let it go as soon as she laid back. Hannah. I almost blacked out, I wanted to vomit, but I fought to remain conscious.Through a fog I heard my wife explaining who I was and then the man sort of laughed and I heard him say, "Fuck he looks like your brother Laura, man you two look like brother and sister."I was vaguely surprised that he was laughing, then I heard him say, "He's a nice lookin' bastard, your husband." I realized that he had an Australian accent, at least I thought it might be Australian.Then rough hands picked me up by the. It was time to take stock and do something positive with the rest of his life. First of all he had to get some decent accommodation, somewhere the girls could come and stay without feeling isolated and he could get to know them much better. He knew that he needed a regular woman friend, possibly two or three. He had moved away when the divorce went through. Not too far, about fifteen miles from Greenborough. His work took him all over the country from time to time but he did not want to move. I began chatting with her, finding she had a great sense of humor and a pleasant disposition. She surprisingly mentioned that she had a husband after close to ten chat sessions. While our chat sessions were always proper and platonic in nature, the news still surprised me. I had talked with married women before, and slept with a few of them, but their intent was always above board; they were looking to get laid because they were having issues in their marriages. This new woman, Tammy, was not.