Why do you always have to be so difficult??Oh god no. Michael felt a chill pass through him—it might have been the Angel of Death itself passing ove... his body. He knew at that moment it was really and truly over. Wendy had found someone already. Michael had fantasized about such a thing, of her fucking another man, had suspected it, was all but assured of it, but now it was out in the open, a reality, from her own lips. He should have known. He was going to die and his beautiful wife wouldn’t. ” She stood up. “Got to go the toilet first, though. Only place to get some...privacy.” she winked at him as she started walking away. “Do you need the toilet?” She asked pointedly. “Erm No, I’m fine I thi-“ He replied stupidly, before catching on. His eyes widened as she rounded a corner out of sight, and he had to fight with his conscience for a second, before scraping his chair back noisily and following at a trot, like a puppy with its master. He caught sight of Kara making her way into the. “Have you a room please?” Bob asked “We have been on a night out and our lift home can’t make it now” Bob told the receptionist, not really knowing why he felt he had to justify himself.Frankie didn’t utter a word, until he had the room key in his hand.“What about our clothes?” she exclaimed.“Let’s get to the room and I will ring reception and see if they can launder them before the morning.” Bob replied.As they walked into the room, Frankie was already lifting her dress over her head as she. As we smoked and finished off the second glass, my head wasstarting to swim. She talked about learning everything a woman shouldknow from makeup application to fashion. She said that it should beuncomfortable to be dressed in anything but women's clothing.She sent me back in for yet another glass of wine. I was having troublewalking, but made it back with two more glasses. We sat down for thelast cigarette of the night. At this point, she didn't mince words. Shesaid that my transition into.