.. he turned to me and pulled of his shirt... "Join me when you can," he said. He stepped in the stall and pulled the door closed. I could see him thr...ugh the glass washing him self... his dick standing right out in front. What was I doing...? I pulled my shirt off and opened the door. Robert smiled at me and said, "I was afraid you were going to chicken out." "Well it is just a shower... right?" I stepped into the shower. Robert looked at me. I mean all of me. He looked me over head to toe. I. He had no one but his little brother's widow and her daughter. And they had little more than him.But it was complicated. There was some question as to whether Bob Tomlinson, and Megan Tomlinson were still officially related. There was no question at all that Raleigh had none of the blood of his family running in her veins. And yet, they were still indelibly linked by being survivors. That bond was as strong as a blood bond, at least as far as Bob was concerned.His business, thanks to all those. My father/her husband became a distant thought. He keptup his normal routine of extensive time in London. Don't get uswrong!!! We certainly enjoyed the perks of themoney/housing/travel/clothes etc. that were a direct result of hiseconomic well-being, but as a father, I never knew him... as a husbandmy mother had grown disenchanted and removed. I had not known that ontheir last trip together, the subject of separation had been reviewed.During this whole summer of introspection as to my womanly. I picked up my phone to dial for the police only to find my battery was dead. I didn't want announce my arrival so I turned off my lights and parked down the street. Grabbing my pistol out of my glove box I quickly made my way back to my mobile home. When I was about 30 feet away I heard a sound that struck me like lightning. The unmistakable sound of my wife having sex. Was she being forced? Was she cheating? I ducked down and moved to where I could get a peek through the window and was.