‘He is Dr. Arthur Parker, renowned as a surgeon, pompous ass, and self-proclaimed God’s gift to women. She’s Amanda, his trophy wife.’ ‘She�...�s a cool customer,’ Aunt Linda added. ‘Kids?’ I asked. ‘His are grown, and they don’t have any,’ Aunt Dorothy replied. ‘The Warners will be there, but Julie’s back to being a loyal wife, so cool it.’ ‘Simon still doesn’t know Julie and I had an affair?’ I asked. ‘No, he doesn’t,’ Aunt Dorothy said. ‘And he doesn’t know about Julie and Dorothy either,’ Aunt. I started seeing people in a different light, andpaid more attention to the women. How they carried themselves, how theydressed how they interacted with other women and men.Inevitably, I eventually needed to go to the toilet. Obviously Icouldn't use the Ladies, so going into the Gents I entered one of thetwo cubicles and hovered over the seat to pee then wipe. Exiting thecubicle I washed my hands, checked my hair and checked my 'makeup.' Ifat any time there was a man in there, well so what, I. With each stroke his finger made my lust grew, the cotton of my panties was growing wet now. I wanted more, so I rolled to face him and kissed him. A jolt of passion ripped through me and I knew that soon I would be lost. Still that nagging thought held in the back of my mind 'we can't fuck, no matter what.' My tongue drove deep into his mouth exploring places it never should have known. My hands touched his chest, the same chest that I had watched as a c***d, grow and mature. It was no longer. He looked like he had been a football player in high school or college. The pair made quite a contrast. ‘What can I do for you, detectives?’ I felt a little knot of apprehension building in my gut. Detective Monroe and his partner moved further into the room. He sat down beside the bed and took out a little voice recorder. ‘We wanted ask you some questions about the accident. I brought this along because, frankly, my handwriting is impossible, and I like to keep all of my details straight.’.