Frank was perhaps the most normal looking person there. He wore a standard tux and looked like the guy next door. It was a comfort to have him standin... there with Cash. They moved into position at the front of the room and heard the crowd reaction. There were several women that commented on his tux and what it showed. That made him smile.Music played as they waited. It had been selected by the other Frank. As usual he had selected just the right music for the occasion even though it was not. I've changed." She huddled into herself with her arms wrapped tight around her ribs."No, honey, you haven't, not in any meaningful way," he said soothingly."I feel like I have," she said miserably. "Since I met you, I've changed." Is that a bad thing?" he asked. "Look at me. I know I've changed, but do you think it wasn't a good change? I think loving you has made me a better person." Do you really believe that?" she asked plaintively, her arms relaxing."Yes, I really believe that," he stated. ”“It was.”“But it excited you all the same though.”“That’s what cuckolding is all about; pain, humiliation and sexual excitement.”“I take it Anthea didn’t object.”He smiled. “No, she thoroughly enjoyed it.” Jack told her thinking about the way she taunted him as he fastened her stockings.Helen emptied her glass. “So, their first date then,” she said. “They had dinner and came home.”Jack shook his head. “No, that’s the funny thing,” he answered. “Anthea had no intention of sleeping with him on. "A boat will come shortly. We just have to wait a bit. Are you hurt in any way? Did they feed you?" JJ looked very concerned about having to wait for a boat. "Nn no, I'm not hurt, I don't think. Bb ... but ... they did something to my leg." Her lip trembled. She lifted the cover-up to expose a small half inch incision on the back of her thigh. It had been expertly stitched or glued, there would be no scar. I bent down to look closer but JJ stepped back. She was obviously still very jittery..