But it’s hard to believe.’ ‘Well, it’s true. You’ll just have to wait and see.’ ‘Anything?’ ‘Anything sexual. Even if it relates to ...ex, like dressing. There are some barriers in place, common sense stuff.’ ‘Huh?’ ‘Like, you can’t tell me to say where the Organization is located, or do things that put my life in danger. Or yours. Or could create a public issue that might lead to discovery, like that, like, you can’t make me fuck a dog on the front lawn. But you can tell me to fuck the dog’s. I love you.’ She closed the door and left to go downstairs, leaving me with my thoughts and concerns. I stood back beneath the driving showerhead and let the water beat on me again, trying to resolve this request in my own mind. I turned off the shower, dried off, got dressed and went downstairs. When I turned the corner and entered the kitchen I stopped dead in my tracks. There was my bride, Judy, fixing my breakfast, completely naked! I stood there and stared taking in her beautiful body,. She made no effort to deny the affair but blamed it on Jean’s continuous and prolonged absence. When Jean had pressed her to name her lover, she refused, so he beat her until she confessed that it was his closest friend, Jacques le Gris. Jean was furious and wanted justice.“Surely, he forced himself on you!” he demanded of his wife. “Confess the truth and swear an oath, so that I can have him hung for his crimes!”“I’ve told you the truth!” Jeanne fired back. “He did not rape me! I willingly. Both of us just acted like nothing had happened, and as far as she knew, nothing really had happened. As she stood there in the kitchen I kept picturing all of the events from the night before. I couldn't believe what I had seen, but I was so happy and nervous at the same time about how it had affected me. Her phone would periodically chime as she received text messages, and I couldn't help but wonder if they were from him. I didn't even know his name, but I couldn't stop thinking about him.