“If they want to act on that, then fine. If not—well, at least we tried. Okay?" While I'm out, have a good soak in the bath" I suggested. "Then tu...k yourself up in one of those beds."From a public phone, I got through to a police sergeant, in the Caithness area. I withheld my name and he sounded very dubious as I gave all the details Linda had given me. I hung up. It was up to them now.When I got back I thought Linda was asleep, but she opened her eyes, immediately, and said, "I was worrying. This suited me fine, but I realised it was going to be agony for Lena, thinking that every time we screwed, I'd have a change of heart and confess undying love for her. What troubled me was that perhaps she was right. The more I had sex with her the stronger my feelings for her might become. Falling in love with Lena would be disastrous for us both. I wouldn't be able to stay faithful to her, my sexual drive would have screwing another man or woman in no time. It would break her heart and it. But it was a cold blustery day, and he only had one arm. I had pulled up to the traffic light, and for a moment, time stood still. I watched this man as he slowly made his way up the sidewalk, with his one working arm he would push the wheel on his chair propelling himself forward, then reach over across himself and push the other side of the chair to correct his heading, and push it again. I sat there wondering, ‘why would anyone in their right mind even do that?’ Obviously he had done this. It doesn’t matter if I fuck her or not. She will cheat on you anyway. If not with me, then with some other guy.”“True.” I sipped on my much needed drink again. The whole situation was so very hurtful. Again, I had to unsuccessfully try to explain to a total stranger why I was the wimp of the century.Right at that moment Anna appeared again.“Ah, here you are. You seem to get along quite nicely. It’s sooo nice to have a willing cuckold serving drinks for my studs. Maybe I should get you an apron.