"She stepped out of it and stood there proudly, hands on hips, naked breasts glistening with a slight sheen of sweat, the contrasting vertical and hor...zontal lines of suspender belt and straps making the perfect frame to draw attention to the beautiful hairless slit at the juncture of her thighs."It's only just fucking starting."The hard little points of her nipples brushed over my chest as she knelt above me and lifted the tee shirt over my head, the wetness from between her legs moistened my. I couldn't believe it. Brad had seen how my first wife's cheating had hurt me. I was unable to believe he'd turn around and inflict it on his own wife."Do you have actual evidence?" I asked. "Or, is this just a suspicion?"She collected her thoughts for another moment. "Text messages on his cell, hang-ups on the house phone, and ... this is so embarrassing, he hardly touches me at all." Brad?" I blurted. "Mr Horndog?" I froze as I realized what I'd said. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that,. The twelve-year-old pervo. Or perva.I also stole cigarettes from people when they weren't paying attentionand smoked while I gazed at the world through eyes like black slits.I'd rarely smoked when I was alive but I decided it didn't matter muchif I did now that I was dead. And I kind of liked the way it made mefeel. Nauseated.But the end of summer wasn't all theft, the joys of light literatureand addicting myself to nicotine. Now that I officially no longer gavea shit about myself or. After Thomas went off to his room, I laid down on my bed whilerecovering from my close call.It was 2 days later on a week-end and my Mom was asking if anyone hadseen her Scrub with the puppies print. Oh no I thought, I had not putit back everything was under my mattress. I had to play dumb and see ifthere was some way I could get it back into her room. Mom was lookingall over the house and even had Elizabeth helping her."I have looked everywhere in my closet, drawers and dirty clothes." .