It warmed my heart."Are you mad at me Stacy?" I asked.She frowned at me, "Mad for what?" Kara made a noise then Stacy looked down. "For having a baby?...No. That is your body now. You could do almost anything with it you want." Almost anything," I asked.She looked sternly into my eyes, "I don't want to see any tattoos on that body ever. Piercings yes, but tattoos no. That's my one condition for you if you want me to stay good and happy with you."After a while, of visiting with Stacy, I finally. Huddling in the corner of my unnatural shower, I tuck my legs in closer to my torso and stick my head between my knees. I understand now what has happened. Unable to fight against what is happening to me and trapped here against my will, my fight or flight reflex has been warring within me all this time, finally imploding and causing the mother of all panic attacks. If I dont calm down soon, I know, I will black out. Breathe, Selena. My breath is still hitching slightly but eventually I manage. She'd never really liked him, so she was enjoying torturing him with the knowledge of Sharon's exploits! Yet, if she had meant it to hurt him, it hadn't achieved that objective. What it had accomplished was a strange, but powerful feeling of sexual excitation, and it had driven to the on-line interracial porn sites he was now so fond of visiting!He didn't wish to date. Even though he knew that he had lost Sharon, he clung to his former relationship as if it continued on. It didn't, but there. I was part of her rest and relaxation getaway. "Let's stop here," she said, pointing to a miniature golf park.As we played she told me about her affair with a dentist. They had met quite by accident. He was estranged from his wife and had kids in college. He knew her only as Laura, they spent three days each month together for over a year, like now at the end of the month, like now when business was slow because most of their customers were short of cash."What happened with this guy?" He was.