“the girl in the film was your girlfriend Maria” the voice said, there was a pause “ the man in the film was my husband, the only reason he did ...ot have sexual intercourse with her is because he couldn’t get up an erection, that is also why he used his fingers on her, he wanted to show the film that he had sex with her in a way, this film is the reason why Maria has never been able to get a job here, I would like to employ her in the office but I cannot because to me she has technically fucked. It made me seethe with anger atwrong it all was. But I have to admit, a part of me felt totallyflattered that this man still saw me as an object of his sexual desire,after all the wrongs I?d committed.But it also made me feel profoundly sorry for him, like he was gettingripped off of something he had a God-given right to expect from hismarriage. I knew if I was Mark?s wife he?d get hot sex from me everysingle day of his life! Like, what was wrong with that stupid bitch,anyway?Now, I know what. .. he couldn't possibly ... Harley stopped herself from thinking about it. She put her head on her knee and ignored everyone for the rest of the night."Honey, if you're gonna half that sour puss attitude, you're just gonna make it harder for yourself here," a high pitch voice from behind her said.Harley, curious, turned around to see the speaker. There stood the strangest human Harley had ever seen. Half was woman, long flowing hair, a large perky breast, thin, trim leg, and if only that half. Descent by the Bar is still descent. Charles, the barrister, married an Irish lass ... a right fine redhead with the fire in the belly to match the fire on her head.She was a lusty wench. David, the second son was never a son of Charles. Bastard to the Bastard Bar, he was. The airbase had a surfeit of handsome and young officers ... the barrister was away ... the lass did play ... and caught. Charles never knew until the Davie lad was born blond ... and left handed.Never ... not since 1158 ....