You’re the only girl.”She gave me a horrified look, shaking her head.“Just thank them for the welcome and tell them how much we are looking forw...rd to exploring their society and culture.”She hesitated, so I gently pushed her forward. Eyes swivelled towards her and she, with an increasing blush, repeated what I had suggested almost word for word. I could see expressions of relief on the faces of the rest of our party and, interestingly, on the faces of the young FDJ representatives. I also. It also gives me a kick to think people might be out there getting wet or stiff on the strength of my wifes stories.As I said before her diary gives brief notes which I then get the details of when I ask questions of her while having a wank.This next one goes back to 1990 when she wrote in her diary, "Tunde came round again. He had a video with him! made him leave film with me, might have to make something up". That was all the entry said. I know from previous entries that Tunde was a Nigerian. That always attracted interest from the guys but not her husband who’d seen them for years.She liked the halftime entertainment the best and it weren’t on that little screen. That’s when she’d take the visiting guy, or pick one if there were more, back to the other room in the cabin, close the door so as not to interfere with the TV watching, and get to play the kind of ball, or more accurately balls, that she liked the best.If it was the first time for Myrtle’s halftime entertainment, they. There was something very wrong. She took a deep breath."All right, what is it? Have you got another lover? Have you fallen in love? Or have I done something?"Johannes frowned, scrutinizing the tablecloth. Their food began to arrive, and he paused, raising a finger to indicate he couldn't respond just then.When the waiter left them in privacy, he said, "None of those, Helen. At least not the way you mean it. I'm sure you know I've had other lovers, just as I know you do. So another lover.