She was glad she was without a mirror or light to see the reflection of her own tears running freely down her face. The news of her poor father's summ...ry execution merely on the word of a known drunkard and gossip-monger was the final straw. Her litany of misery after the debacle of her mother's unexpected passing was now scraping absolute bottom. The very swiftness of the unknown illness that took her mother's frail existence was probably a blessing in disguise, but it certainly did not seem. I wasn't sure that I could say the same any more about Becky.I'm a one woman guy and I expect that my significant other will be a one man woman. I'm not the type to share. As much as I loved Becky I would end our marriage in a heartbeat if she stepped out on me. I was not the type to sit and wait for things to happen either. There wasn't an ounce of 'wait and see' in me and not even a smidgen of 'what I don't know won't hurt me.' If Becky was considering an affair I would try to head it off at. "Three, mistress."Dave was pretty sure he could hear tears in Olivia's voice. He started to get up to stop Jenn but a glare from her made him stop where he was."Sit down!" She stared at him for a second. "Were you going to come over and save your little slave girl, David?" Jennifer laughed. "Slave, do you need saving?" No, mistress." Slave, do you like being spanked?" Yes, mistress." Slave, am I hurting you too much?" No, mistress."Jenn turned back to Dave and gave him a look of "I told you. " Hey. Roger. Look at me. I love you. I was confused, I was insecure, and I did it. And I don't regret it." No?" Oh, no, baby. I loved it. You know what I'm talking about, Roger, you know Larry. He's fantastic. I love you, I love fucking you, but... I would like to have sex with other men, too. I know it's not the same, I know men can give you something that I can't, but... Let's be open. Let's be free about it. Like Frank and Janet. They don't mind." I can't really picture you having sex with.