The predators were on the fringes; scanning the herd for limping members. The booze flowed, the hormones bubbled, the atmosphere crackled with sexual ...nergy and all inhibitions were set to zero.I heard loud male laughter. I strolled over to see what the source the hilarity was. It was Jane. She was so hammered that she couldn’t stand up. She had both arms draped around the neck of a preppie frat-rat. Her head was lolling from side to side, her mouth was hanging open, her eyes were closed and. Then, Sheila moved her finger lightly in her ass and rubbed her wet soapy nipple and down her belly to her clitoris with the other hand. By the time Sheila teased the riot button, it took very few touches to make Kelly moan in ecstasy.They faced each other and began a series of long, lingering kisses, the kind that convey real love. Their mouths experienced joy and their soapy wet bodies were dynamite together.Kelly recovered and looked directly into her eyes. Then, she took Sheila's breasts in. Luna, his sister, would arrive home in the midst of a crisis, and her tears flowed like a babbling brook. Their father would do anything to shut her mumbling mouth. Hence, Rumplestiltskin was summoned to the manor. ‘Oh, Rumpie.’ His eyes narrowed in her direction. He was the greatest wizard of his generation, scores of magical men longed to walk in his gold lined slippers. Yet, his silly sister referred to him as ‘Rumpie.’ He repressed the urge to slash her fragile psyche to pieces, and scold. They were at the gym together where she watched him train for his exhibition match with Joe Crawford. They were seen in upscale restaurants where she paid, and little Delis and bistros, where my husband picked up the check. However, far more disturbing they were often together overnight at his room in Queens or her place in Brooklyn’s Carol Gardens.I decided to confront her in the hope of putting an end to it before everyone, I knew, was aware that my husband was stepping out on me and before.