His stories explicitly described sharing me, his wife, with another man, while he was with another woman.Shocking, yet oddly arousing. I tried to hide...my hardening nipples, brushing against my nightgown. He watched me intently as I read and I could sense his fear at my reaction. I did my best to keep a poker face. Speaking of poker, the last chapter I read was about a strip poker game. Never did I consider Robert had these wild thoughts in his head.I couldn’t keep quiet any longer and my. I’m very grateful for the time I had with him, but the boundaries we set from the beginning I think helped when it was over.” “Mmmmm…. I’m grateful too, that you’ve researched the lifestyle and embrace it. I also feel very, very lucky that I found you before you met someone else” Patrick lays us both down on to the blanket, then roles over on top of me, propping his weight up on his elbows. It feels delicious to have his body on mine and I squirm under him to create a little friction. “Uh, uh. Forgotten. Sitting there on the sidewalk. I don’t know why, but I pick it up. Put it in my bag. * * *Back home that evening, I walk through the front door of my house in the suburbs. Small and comfy, nothing special, but it’s always good to be home. I’m greeted by my wife Lizzy calling out nonchalantly from the living room, “Hey babe. How was your day?” “Yeah about that,” I let out an enervated sigh, then chuckle and proceed to tell her all about the homeless man running into traffic. I leave. If you don't cooperate with us, we're gonna have to rape you. And if we have to do that, we won't take you home afterwards. We'll take you right to where Diane was in those pictures. And leave you there. You'll never see your family again, you'll never see anybody you know again, and you'll suffer worse than Diane did before you die. Is that what you want, Jan?" Jan cried harder, but she shook her head. I let go of her hair. "Open the blouse," I said. Her hands were shaking.