The letter said, “I like your profile, please read mine and write me if you’re interested in just meeting me for dinner.”I open your profile jus... to see what it says, wondering in the back of my mind if the opening line of his email is misleading. As I read, it tells me the usual stuff about his age and status. After that all it mentions is you are lonely, just looking for a female friend. Someone to take to dinner at first, and then to see if there is chemistry between them that can lead to. I slowly let the handle return to its normal position and let go, I looked down at my feet, taking in my complete nudity noting my nipples were sticking out and rigid, deep red in color, engorged with hot blood now coursing through my body, my clothes discarded on the bathroom floor, topped with my lacy brassiere and thongish panties, soaked with my perspirations build during the table conversations, the three men egged by my drunk husband, sizing me up as he spoke disparagingly of me and my. Who are you? Where are you from? We are so glad to see someone." I am Jim Woods and this is Wendy. We are part of an extended family that lives on a farm not far out of town. What's your story?" I'm Jim Anderson. This is my wife, Becky, and our kids, Jim, Marie, and Patty. We have lived in Chapel Hill but know we must move. Soon, the food will run out. We haven't seen anyone in a long time." What did you do before the day?" I was a shop teacher at the local high school. Becky taught home. "It is," she began and paused trying to find the appropriate way to tell Mark the scandalous details. "Ah, it's a CD," she said and that was all she could get out."Is it from Justin? Did he make it of you and him having sex?" he asked the pointed question and Jenny knew her world was closing in on her. Mark put his hands to Jenn's shoulders and moved her back slightly, far enough so he could look into her eyes. His gaze was demanding and she felt compelled to answer his questions."Oh, Mark,.