Maybe I wasn’t really his type but at least I was away from the house and I could make up any story I wanted to tell Eric when I returned. I left th... house wearing my shortest jean skirt and the lowest cut shirt I had, definitely planting seeds in Eric’s mind at to what and where I was going dressed like that. Arriving at Phil’s I was a nervous wreck I wasn’t sure I could follow through with any thing let alone cheat on my husband. But I was there and I couldn’t back out now I at least had to. It was the contents of the lower bunk that fuelled my interest. If there is one thing I find highly arousing, it’s a girl being fucked silly in just her high heels. (I had plans for Kylie along those lines, if the truth be known) Shame it had to have been Larissa though. Whether Brad (for such was the identity of her partner) had taken everything off but those…or had made her put them on later, I couldn’t tell. Nevertheless, to see her lying there completely naked on her back, her arms above. "I can give you some contact information for social services. I'm sure they have... shelters, a place to stay..." Her eyes were welling up with tears. I continued, "There are some excellent resources in... in..."I paused again. "Ms. Tremont. Lauren. The thing is, I can't really help you any more. I am a lawyer. I'm not even a lawyer for this kind of thing any more; the judge just strong-armed me into helping. I can't do anything more for you."She nodded once, and then seemed to square her. "I'll tell you later if I can remember the name."She had a quizzical look but didn't dwell on my cryptic remark."You saw her, then?" she asked, again in a whisper.I nodded, turning to look over again. "And him."At that moment Kurt looked up and our eyes met. I held my gaze longer than I might normally have and then gave him the faintest of nods. That produced what I could only describe as a smirk from Mr. Howell. I turned back to our table and tried to ignore his expression but it was too late..