Laurie felt a sudden urge to get in the shower in her dorm room and wash herself off, and as she got out of bed, she realized her ass still hurt from ...he night before. As she walked awkwardly to the bathroom to avoid making it hurt more, she remembered her ass having hurt like this several times over the last two or three weeks, and realized that this must have happened before! She stopped and looked in the mirror with a frightened look on her face, trying to figure out how it could have. I have a feeling John suspected for a long time. I put myself in his shoes. The pressure must have built up, the fact that his wife was fucking other men. That idea overtook him. And so, one day, when the kids were at school and Tammy was working, he shot himself in the head. Cindy, Tammy's daughter found him after school."I feel guilty, Tammy," I told her. "It's my fault." Our fault."Stop. Don't. How do you think I should feel, then? He's been on some serious antidepressants for years." she. She was a good swimmer and just needed some practice to handle longer swims. “I’m exhausted,” I said. “How about we head back to the patio?”In response, she swam up to me and launched herself into my arms, hugging me around my neck. I was too strong for her to sink, but she wrapped her long legs around my waist and tried to fall backward to pull me with her. I stumbled, and the net effect was that I ended up with a handful of her ass and my face buried into her cleavage. She shook her upper. She knew how to sell, he thought. Not overtly sexual, but just enough of a peek to keep her merch stall a popular place for people to visit. Damn, she was good, he thought to himself. A natural people person with outstanding communication skills, she’d made the bands he promoted a lot of money over the years she’d been helping him with this. ‘What’s up?’ she asked, and then noticed for herself exactly what was up. He was! Oh, my! ‘At the moment, I am. I was wondering if you wanted to help me.