Now my wife of 14 years is telling me she has a “mandatory” cocktail party for employees only Saturday night.Let’s start at how Donna and I met....I, Carl Allen, was a junior in high school Geometry class. She was the new kid in school, and I was something of a math whiz. I fell in love with her accent. Donna was a Polish refugee from Gdansk, before the fall of the iron curtain. It was September of 1965. Donna, who was otherwise very smart, could not grasp some of the geometric concepts, and the. Met by my parents and brother. A quick snack at the airport and then a drive to my Aunt Freida and Uncle Steve in nearby Arlington where Freud’s had organised a mini family reunion with relatives even I,d never met before or hadn,t seen in many years some from Grandma,s side if the family from as far away as Alberta and nearer British Columbia. An excellent barbecue was operated by a proud Steve Freidas second husband(her first hubby Brian died of a heart attack aged forty four some years. ‘You left.’ ‘I know.’ ‘I haven’t even heard from you since that night.’ I said it louder than I meant, but my head was swimming. There was this buzzing sound that I couldn’t clear out of my ears, and I couldn’t quite make sense of the world around me. He sighed and slid the ring back into his pocket, ‘Baby, I know, and I have spent these last three months thinking about you, thinking about nothing else but how stupid I was to have ever left. This,’ he said, taking my hand. ‘You and me. This is. She handed me a paper with links to good bestiality sites and then r phone number and e-mail address. For weeks we’d talk hours on the phone and online. She’d share stories of her bestial encounters and that would easily turn me on. Soon we started talking about doing each other. She sure seemed different from that nerdy girl I remember from the library. She really wanted to take my virginity, despite my age. One Friday, my cousin was out on a business trip, o so he claimed. Either way, it was.