My blood chilled as I watched the symbolic ruins of my marriage violently washing away beneath me. I had just masturbated all over another woman. Twic...! Hell, I had actually fingered her while she jacked me off. And she was my best mate’s girlfriend to boot. “Good one, Dickhead,” I sighed under my breath. To hell with Rob. He’d have to take care of himself. I was focused on what I should do about Melissa. Oh, God, Melissa, I sobbed in my mind, my eyes welling on the outside. What the fuck did I. Halfway down the escalator, I heard screams behind me. "Maddie! What are you doing!? Come back!" I stopped my headlong rush, and took a quick glimpse back. Two girls were standing at the top of the escalator, hands over their mouths in shock, while a third was running lithely down behind me. Not being fond of getting trampled, I continued down to the bottom before I turned around again, making sure to get out of the way.Now, I was wearing tennis shoes, and I do this on a regular basis. She was. ” I grinned. Busted.“Seriously? It fits. You wear it well, though. All Bill does is brags about his. You’re a different animal, aren’t you?”“That I am. Thankfully. I don’t mean do disparage him, and he is a friend, but we are very different people. Bill has nothing but Bill and a couple friends he hasn’t pissed off enough to desert him. I’m one of them. I have the world. They’re out on that deck. The rest of it doesn’t matter. Just a way to help take care of them.”“Ah. A romantic like my. You sometimes felt my breath on you, sometimes my hair trailing on your legs or your groin as I concentrated intensely, weaving the little cord rope between my fingers. The burning in your butt had settled now, leaving just a feeling of fullness in its wake, even a little discomfort as you are lying on your back. I was aware of it, but didn’t mention that or anything else to you. I just sat there, seemingly in my own world, and wove my fantasies in my head as I wove the patterns in my hands. In.