"What?" I asked.He turned around, his face with an expression of concentration. "The noise... When I walked out of the room, it like... got softer."He...walked back to the table, turning his head like he was trying to pinpoint a noise. "Shit. You're right about it not being a sound. I turn my head and it doesn't fade or anything, you know?" He started to take steps forwards and backwards, then left and right."What are you doing now? You look like a bumper car who's been surrounded." I'm trying to. That doesn't mean I didn't miss it with my husband or would ever cheat on him. This is very important to me. He has to accept that didn't cheat on him, that I was doing this for him. I think it was noble and..."Jenny realized that she was crying, tears running down her cheek. Dr. Gardner handed her a tissue and then said, "continue."Jenny took a deep breath and said, "He was never supposed to know. I wouldn't have done it if I thought he would find out, but I'm not sorry. I owed him and I. "Just--just my bummie--you said you wanted to touch my bummie--not my pussy!" Here," he gasped, breathlessly, "have this--and this--and this!" His hand shook as he reached in the desk-drawer, took out bills and added them to the two in front of Doris.She twisted her head down, watched in wonder. One, two, three, four, five... She gasped; there must be seven or eight bills by now--and all tens!She relaxed her buttocks, parted her thighs, waited breathlessly for his reaction.His hand had moved. ..until i was out with henry, my secret daddy, outside the restaurant , they had rent the whole place and the backalley was quiet , he whispered in my ear it was time for dessert before walking outhe light his cigarette, pushing me against the brick wall , my knees failing under his pressure his zipper open, my treat already up and glorious , wrapping my mouth around his tasty bbc , looking up at him smilling ''good boy, work for that dessert boy, comon like this we gotta be quiet , i dont want.