Donald and I were going out 2 or 3 times a week. One night, after a romantic dinner he asked me to go home with him." And you did."She nodded sadly, "...nd I did. I felt horrible afterward. I actually got sick to my stomach and made him take me home. I told him I couldn't see him anymore, that I loved my husband and I couldn't believe that I'd been unfaithful to you while you were fighting a war." But, you changed your mind."Again she nodded sadly. "Donald left me alone for several days, then he. She is the supervisor at her work. She’s the corporate minded “yuppet” that wants to climb the corporate ladder with all the zeal and ambition she can. She is tantalizing, exciting and dynamic and has looks that kill with a great wardrobe. She will use you to bounce ideas off of and she’ll intently listen to you when you speak. She’s not a fixer. She’s not a complainer but the bottom line is that you’re number one-hundred on her “to-do” list and you practically have to take a number to. I know that's it!'Mabel shook her head. 'No', she said, 'it's your imagination. There's nothing going on. Honestly.'She began to wish there were. She wondered if she should join a dating agency. Instead she found herself arranging to be in her back bedroom at four o'clock each Tuesday, Thursday and Friday. There were other times she saw the boy in his bedroom. But there was no sexual activity apart from those days, and at nights the curtains were always drawn.It was on the Saturday of the. Completely true. And he took out a small package which he gave to us. He said that they were photos of his wife's "night out" and that we weren't to look at them now but to take a look at them in private. The man gave us a forwarding address to return the photos and he left. Later on that night we were at home. On the bed. I was being sucked off by my horny wife. I was fingering her again. She said let's see those pictures. And we opened the package. There were about fifty photos. Of a woman.