One day, about a month after Diane had gone to work full time, I was in the laundry room sorting the clothes and getting ready to wash them when I not...ced the white crust on the crotch band of a pair of Diane's black lace panties. Until then I had managed to go through eight years of marriage without ever once being suspicious of Diane or harboring doubts about her fidelity. As soon as I saw those panties I knew what I was looking at. I knew what it was and I knew it wasn't mine. My. All but one of the desks was filled, so she sat there. She looked up, and the Board said Final Exam. She wasn't prepared. The teacher was somehow both Mrs. Wilson and Mrs. Tabor. She turned and addressed the class."I assume everyone has the required materials. Get out your composition book, Pencil, pen, and references. Do not open the question packets until I tell you to. Mister O'Connor, why don't you have your materials ready? And WHY ARE YOU NAKED?"He was. His body, completely male again,. Having a fourteen-year-old apparently unconcerned with her nakedness distracted me from my own self consciousness with ruthless efficiency.Swimming after our discussion relieved some of the urgent sexual tension. Sunbathing to dry, conversation slipped back into non sexual comments. My erection partially softened.But then, the sun dried her and my erection returned. It was her pubes’ fault. As they dried, they became glossy black. Almost straight, they formed the sexiest Mohawk down the centre. She looked at the clock. Just after 7:30. She and Tyson were probably in the middle of bible study. She wondered how it was going. She shook her head at the thought of Tyson sitting reading from the bible.Tyson had tried to get Allison to go out with him before, and while he was a good-looking guy, his smug, God's-gift-to-women attitude was not the way to win over a Garner girl. Not only that, but everyone knew that Tyson was part of The Club, a group of snobby, rich boys who treated.