“God damn, this lady is boiling!” he exclaimed. “I’ll bet you keep your husband pretty happy with this little toy. Are you sure he’s the onl... one who’s ever touched your pussy?”“He is. He, and now you, are the only men who have ever played around down there like that,” I answered. I tried to muster some willpower. “Maybe you should stop. I think he might be mad if he saw what you were doing.”“Oh, no. I think he’d be pleased,” said Brian, looking into my eyes in the mirror. “Most guys want. I can feel my face flush as I look at you. Shame. "I-I" I cannot find words. You pull your shirt over your head. You undo your belt, and let your jeans fall. You cock at full attention. You did like watching me. There is nothing to be ashamed of. You walk over to be quickly. You grab my shoulders and pull me up to you. You crush your mouth to mine. You reach down and take my hips and cause me to fall back on the bed. You pull me to the edge of the bed, which is tall, and sits perfectly. Willing and able to do anything Pretty Boy asks; nothing is off limits for Lisa.Last but not least is Magpie, the unassuming businessman that doesn’t go anywhere without his briefcase. Only this briefcase is not filled with papers, rather it contains a wide assortment of sex toys and torture devices. His specialty is causing pleasure and pain, but he prefers pain. Magpie is truly a sadistic man.These are the American Pickers and they are a woman’s worst nightmare; but the most horrible of all. Walker was particularly off balance because Bear had been one of his role models. Who, along with Daddy, had been sort of a father figure ever since Richie left me.The four of us have had countless dinner table conversations about Bear, about Alicia. Of course, about Barry. The news was a double-barreled blast. The affair itself. And that it involved a woman.I had been faithful to Richie even while he was cheating on me. But that marriage didn’t last long, not nearly so long as Bear and Barry.