I heard my master's voice, telling me to come forward, to come into the light. I saw they'd put a blanket on the floor for me.There was music, and som...body turned the volume up. I nervously stepped forward, and Master told me I had to dance. I began to move my hips for them, looking around a little for my husband. I couldn't find him in the dark.I swayed tentatively at first, but they began to clap for me, and I found it easier than I'd feared. With their encouragement I soon found myself. Made up of every colour of the rainbow, the floral tributes were beautiful. Gone but never forgotten had been spelled out in daffodils. The service was only thirty minutes long, but that was thirty minutes more than he thought it would be, or deserved. As the crowd started to leave, cautiously, he slid fully behind the tree out of sight. Now was not the time to be noticed. After the last teary-eyed mourner had left the haloed ground, he moved swiftly to the plaque. Picking up each card in turn,. "And that is my sister Jenny," Sheila grinned."Hi," she said to me. "You're a miracle, you know." How so?" I asked."You lasted more than two dates," she said with an impish grin... "Most guys join Sheila's Trail of Broken Hearts long before this." Yup, she was Sheila's sister, all right."Oh, you just be quiet," Sheila said."Do I lie?" Jenny said. "Anyway," she walked up to me, "nice to meet you. Now I have a face to put to Sheila's incessant 'Brendan' blather when we talk on the phone." Nice to. On the other hand I felt guilty cuckold my husband. One drawback he was black race and of different faith and also married with several wives as his faith allowed. I told myself must I stood so low with no self esteem to be involved with such man. I being a white woman would be despised with a black man thought it won't matter because I only wanted to satisfy my horny urge. I only wanted to get fucked and he fit perfectly that man for me. A one-night-stand that was all I would be satisfied so.