I couldn't believe it when I heard her on the bedroom telephone talking with Howard, a single friend of ours. I was shocked at the intimate, romantic ...one of her voice. It was apparent the two of them were having an affair. The thought of it hurt me so, yet it also excited me immensely. Then, an hour into the tape Howard was there! Right there in my bedroom with my wife. The sounds of the bed squeaking and her moaning constantly simply overwhelmed me. I timed it and they had uninterrupted. Seeing my half-naked figure did not even appease him the slightest. The stern expression never left his face. His hands went to the front of my bra and quickly unsnapped the front, throwing it aside.I was pulled into a rough kiss immediately, and his hands crept to my ass and picked me up, carrying me to his bed. We never went immediately to his bed. This was new, too. He would usually close my eyelids very carefully with the tips of his fingers and leave me for a moment to grab a ball gag. He. It was one of the most shameful aspects of the American Civil War ranking almost as terrible as the lack of proper medical services for the soldiers wounded in combat but still in the land of the living.It was a saving grace that we remained in hiding in the woods because a troop of southern cavalry came galloping down the road heading toward the bridge like they were being chased by a horde of devils. The few Union soldiers fighting a delaying action on the road were easily brushed aside and. “He made me happy,” she tried.“Lots of women have made me happy,” said Bobby. “There has to be more to it than that.”“Oh I don’t know!” she said nervously. “Let’s talk about something else.”“I’m sorry,” he said. He sounded sorry. “I didn’t mean to dredge up bad memories. I know you must miss him horribly.”“Yes,” she said, because that was what she was expected to say. She felt bad about lying.Agatha drove carefully as she left the state park. She didn’t know how to feel about what had happened..