They got up to dance and I watched from the table. While they were up the music went slow and they held each other close for a slow dance. I watched t...em dance and noticed one of Pam's hands was missing from around the guy's waist. On closer inspection, I saw that she had worked it down between them and knew she had to be playing with the guy's cock!Now we hadn't talked about this. I didn't know what had gotten into my wife, but decided to sit back and watch. I knew exactly what she was doing. She gasped, the first sound I had heard from her since we were introduced.“Are you from around here?” I asked her calmly as she dripped, her light dress soaked and clinging to her young body.She lifted her head and spat at me. She missed, and I smacked her across the face. “Answer me,” I said quietly.“You’re going to kill me,” she sobbed. “I heard that old bitch.”“It is my choice,” I said. “I can do what your friends do with pretty women, put you in a whore house. You could do twenty or so men. Over the next few weeks, we were more and more free with statements declaring our feelings for each other. I was sure she was aware of the unspoken rules about feelings based on a ‘virtual’ relationship, but that did not seem to stop her. Further, and even more important, I was aware of those rules and I didn’t seem to hesitate breaking them. Often. And then one day she gave me the address to her FaceBook page. When I visited it (almost immediately, of course!), the first thing I noticed was. Not all men are bastards or even difficult and out there somewhere is a man waiting for you. Perhaps you should change a few things. Remember what mom says, ‘Even small things can make a difference.’ They kissed and Stacy hurried off, waving. * * * Professor Alice Burke peered at the young woman approaching them. ‘Fiona?’ ‘Hi mom, welcome home, but if you don’t mind it’s Fi now.’ Her parents gaped at their six foot two daughter, now a blonde, and appearing to be all leg and breasts and going.