Sitting next to one another in each class allowed themto share lecture notes and even work on a few assignments together. Itwas a strange combination....Dawn was a thirty year old wife and motherwho had been raised to be sexually conservative. Susie Q, as she liketo be called, was a nineteen year old that was wild and led the life ofa free spirit.Dawn did not approve of Susie's wardrobe for today. A red halter topthat left little of the teenager's voluptuous breasts to anyone'simagination. A. I smiled and nodded but inside, I was thinking. "I would really like to get back into my clothes, if only for a while but they're back at Kelly's."Kelly smiled and chatted the whole time we walked back to the house. It was as if she had bottled up all her excitement all day and she had to let it out. All I could think of was that I had been nude with Jill and Kelly the entire day.Once back at the house, Kelly immediately started making dinner. Jill made no move towards dressing herself so,. What had kept them together was a combination of wealth, social circles, expectations from his dad, and well, he thought apathy. And now it was nightmarish, overboard, extreme. He had felt, at first, when he was hanging his head and tied to the wall four days ago, that he was somehow, in part, responsible. He could have been a better husband. He could have hidden his kinks better or shared them just a little. Maybe. Now he was beginning to feel that it was all his fault. Everybody told him. Dad took her out less often, but he went out more often. Their marriage kept degrading until I remember thinking when mom and dad had sex, it was like their fuse had blown, only the bed made a noise. I remember coming home one afternoon to find my mother slumped over the kitchen table, drooling the worst smelling phlegm upstream of a gutter drunk. She mumbled."Rat bastard and yer young girls... I oughta call tha cops. Rat bastard."Her arms circled a pile of Polaroid's on the table, drool.