To say it bluntly, I was extremely arouse watching the scene. I watched him give her a neck massage and she stood motionless and had her eyes closed. ...fter a little while they carried the food to the fire place and had dinner with continuing to feed each other and laugh and they had good wine with their dinner. When she came back from the kitchen she sat next to him on the swing, kicked off her shoes and laid her legs over his lap. She had her wineglass which he filled up and he massaged her. Hell, I was 16, the biggestdecision I was used to making was which playstation game I was going toplay.Secondly, our proms are a bit different. They aren't quite the hugeformal events that our American cousins have. Don't get me wrong, theywere on their way to being that way. A few years ago, school proms werepretty much unheard of. Ours wasn't going to be held in some posh hotel,it was being held in our school sports hall. There was no stigma aboutgoing without a date, in fact since they. I was wearing a two-piece yellow bathing suit not revealing under my jean shorts, a white blouse and flip flops I think. I removed my white blouse, flip-flops and jean shorts. He was then wearing red swim trunks and aviator glasses, he took of his big aviator glasses setting them aside. We played in the pool, the water felt so good, I climbed on his shoulders my covered virgin crotch touching the back of his neck, jumped off a few times, it seemed innocent enough, he dunked me a few times, he. It was just another run away husband, as far as they were concerned. Then on the morning of the third day a courier came with an envelope. In it were divorce papers that required my signature. I could not understand why he wanted a divorce. We were a happy couple. We never fought. I always thought we were made for each other. I became depressed, very depressed. I contemplated suicide. I even wrote a suicide note, took out the carving knife from the drawer, and pressed it against my wrist. At.