The image of his wife writhing nakedly around on the ground down by the creek with her own father pounding hotly between her widespread legs was runni...g through his mind almost as if he himself had filmed it and was playing it back. THAT was where she'd been the night he'd waited for her to get back... THAT was why there were those smudges on her ass!"OH GOD!" he said out loud, remembering all the time that he'd encouraged Tricia to spend with her father because it gave him easier access to her. She sat down, Lisa brought coffee, lingering for a long, long look. Then I got Sarah to tell me about her Frenchmen. Once settled, she put her story together neatly - style modelled on Robert, perhaps - then bewailed her lack of wardrobe."I don't want to let Robert down," she finished, appealing.Well, I'll do my best to make sure you don't."Bring your coffee," I said, getting up. "Let's see what we've got." We walked around, she admiring the displays, while I looked at her. I was pleased to see. I am now twice divorced, well-to-do, and unencumbered. Somehow, my mind hadconstantly focused on these two broads, although they certainly weren't theonly ones of their ilk in my school. I did have plans for them. The night of the reunion, hardly anyone recognized me. I had gained seventypounds since my school days, I had a fashionable haircut, I wore a tremendouslyexpensive suit, and I had enough jewelry to have passed for a rock star. Also,I had an air about me that was in total contrast to. I was warmand comfortable when she started humming the most beautiful song, oneof which I had never heard before. It was soothing against herheartbeat. I never wanted to leave. She then started to brush my hair.I did not protest because I felt some massive barriers were breakingbetween us. I did not intend to spoil it. Furthermore, it was veryrelaxing!I drifted into a deep sleep but the strange dreams did not cease. Ifound myself sitting naked in an empty bathtub. Somebody was rubbingburning.