He lay in the big bed, tossing and turning and listening to the sea for the remainder of the night until the sun had started to come up. It killed him...to know that his wife was with that bastard and that they were having sex. That enormous prick everyone had been gasping at was inside her, probably right now. It was agony. The worst part was that he was so incredibly horny at the thought of it. Every time he closed his eyes he could picture Jasons monstrous erection in front of him, engorged. The only difference this time was that I really knew it was an angel. The woman that I had feared lost forever, was alive ... and very much alive.We held our kiss for a very long time. How long? I do not know. All I know is that energy, raw body energy, was transferred between our lips. Don't ask me how, but some of the pain in my head had suddenly melted away.When Dawn finally raised her head, we just stared at each other. We were both so thankful for another chance. We had been given more. It was kept rigidly open by a sewn-in metal ring. There were similar but smaller rings in the chest area. He was breathing heavy as he said, "The rings are supposed to be made out of scrapped Soviet T-72 tanks... pretty ironic eh?" I turned it around, what would have been the back panel was gone, not cut-out, but sewn that way. The eight garter straps tinkled together as I spun it around again. "It's made for special girls just like you..." He reached into the bag and pulled out the black. For some reason, the lights in the bathroom weren't working well, and he really couldn't see well, but he found the robe she was talking about. Roger stripped and pulled on the robe. Ready for some romance, he opened the door into her room...only to find it full of jocks and `in' people, all staring, laughing, and taking pictures of him standing naked except for the robe. And as he looked down, he realized that the robe Shelly had left him was very feminine. Pink satin, with lace trim, it.