I then peeked into the living room to find it empty. I walked to my room, taking the towel off half way down the hall. It was a beautiful evening out....Nice and warm, but there was still a cooling breeze that swept through the balcony doors. I walked into my room, my pillow top queen size mattress was in the middle of the room and a large dresser sat along the opposite wall. I still hadn’t come around to buying a mirror though. I squished the rest of the water out of my hair. The water ran down. Mr. Bozeman walked to the same chair he sat in earlier. Still talking on his cell phone. I made no move to hide.It was clear that he hadn't noticed me. A little pissed I sat up on the edge of the trunk, over the back tire. Sliding my legs apart as I faced him. He was no more than eight feet from me and oblivious. I slid on Bobby’s shirt until my toes touched the ground. Silently, I stood and dropped the shirt on the pavement. He had to be deaf if he couldn't hear my heart pounding in my. ‘That girl knew you were coming home. The rest of us didn’t believe it, but she knew. You take good care of her. She’s amazing,’ managed Beatrice Patterson as she struggled to hold her emotions in check. Once the ladies were done welcoming Steve, Charlie stepped up and gave Steve a hearty embrace. Ted and William Patterson followed suit. It was an extremely happy group that walked out of the hospital, only to be met by several reporters and photographers. Questions were hurled at Steve nonstop. 2 My little head was sore as my jerk partner began pulling again. Having lost my passion, my brain took over and I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. What was happening? Real men, real husbands don't let their wives have sex with other men, I thought. What if my friends found out? What about my family? No one would understand. Suddenly I thought about Jim. Would he tell anyone that he fucked my wife while I stood by and watched...and wanked no less? My thoughts were dizzying and I was.