I left the hotel he took me to. Did you paint the works in that wonderful room out there that’s all windows—windows not just making walls but the ...oof too?”“Yes. It’s why I chose this flat—for the natural light.”“Are some of them of the Max you talked about in your sleep?”“Yes.”“But there are paintings of others—of other boys. Boys my age.”“Yes, there are,” I said. “Max is your age.”“Is that the age you like? You like to fuck fourteen-year-old boys?”“Yes. If you’ve had breakfast and are feeling. The memory made Jen shuddered. But it was as much from excitement as shame. Here she was, a wife of 10 years, a mother of 2, church going, a typical middle class wife — but she found it thrilling to kiss another man, and feel a stranger's hands on her body. These thoughts made her feel guilty. But why should she, she thought. Mike was excited by all of this. He had seen mostly everything, and far from being upset, he encouraged her to go further. He was thrilled when she told him Keith had. Blood pressure gong up again so I turned around and walked to the first curtain, pulled it back ever so gently, look inside, and there was someone being sucked. Well they both got upset at me. I walked back in the book store with thoughts about just going back to the motel. The man at the desk motioned me over and I did not know if I should go or bolt for the door. I decided to follow my gut, or rather my 3dick, and went over. He told me. "Where are you goin'? Don't you dare walk away from me. Don't you dare turn away from me when I'm talking to you, Jake West." Karen, I made the biggest mistake of my life when I married you. I was hurt when Martha chose Claude Skye over me. I was hurt and you spread your legs for me and I married you. The trouble was, your legs stayed mostly closed almost as soon as we said 'I do.' Well no more."Karen West stared at her husband, unable to believe he would have the courage to speak to her like.