I was still trying to process the idea that Dave loved being married to a slut. I found nothing evil or even absurd about that, I had just never met a...man who was openly approving of his wife being promiscuous, and I agreed it was better than the frustration of a Becky. If anything it was completely titillating. He wants to know and says it won’t bother him, I thought, so let him have it. “What I heard was from Dan,” I began. Dan was a mutual friend who happened to be at the party that night. . How you were hurt so badly you'd want to do that, I don't know." Hurt? How..." Rebecca was shocked speechless."Likely explanation," he told her. "Terrified of being hurt. That'd be why you've raised your expectations beyond the realistic. No-one's likely to be good enough so no-one's likely to hurt you again." Psychoanalytical bullshit!" she spat. "You don't know anything about my life. You're making assumptions!" Sure," he agreed. "Assumptions and some observations." You're 'observing' me.. She watches as he worships her, turning to face her and lowering himself to his knees to smell and kiss her belly. Now running lips lightly over the downy hairs of her belly, a hand on her inner thigh, she is teased with the possibility that he will service her more thoroughly. He squeezes her thigh, reminding her of his presence, and begins to rub her leg.He is attentive, feeling the tension in her body, deciding if she needs it kinky today.*****(She remembers:)I had just told him my. Come on, we need to see someone who can help us help Martha.”. . .Right after school, she did what she usually did, or at least for the past several months. She grabbed her small backpack, some water, something to munch on, and headed out before her mother could drag her into another ‘conversation’. It wasn’t she had anything against her mom, but ever since ‘it’ happened, all she seemed to want to do was talk about it and that was driving Martha crazy. Her dad had his work, Martha had her.