"We set off for a walk and I was in heaven. Most times I went out it waslate at night and going out in the day like this was a thrill especiallyas if...anyone talked to us Helen could do the talking so I was much moresafe."You said that you went out on the common yesterday before we bumped intoeach other. Let's go there now and you can show me where you go there."I agreed and we walked along side by side holding hands until we reachedthe common. We chatted about all sorts of things and found. My wife and I left the party in the small hours. We’d had quite a bit to drink and were both merry. Our friends opted to stay the night at the party venue.Once home, we went straight to bed and had sex. While I had no problem getting an erection, the drink prevented me from climaxing, though my wife seemed satisfied. Before we went to sleep, she told me my friend had put his hands on her breasts while they were dancing and when she asked him to remove them he complained that one minute she. She only see’s him for a few moments a day. When he needs her the most. So she began to feel unwanted, and undesirable by him. She went as far as one night putting on a new negligee and getting all primed for him. She waits until he was snuggled into bed, when she would walk out in the crimson red see thru nightie. He looked at her smiled and asked if that was new and how much it cost them. Feeling hurt and crushed she just crawled into bed and lay on her side. Hiding the tears yet again.A week. “My w… My work?” I ask, frowning slightly.Wait. They’re not thinking I’m with them in the capacity of a prostitute or something, are they?!(Cool your engines, Val. Chances are a prostitute is something entirely different on their shitty ass planet.)Huh. First time my bitchy inner voice said something smart.(Fuck you, I say smart things all the time. You just take the credit when I do.) I blink myself out of my mental dialogue. Not right now.Rune snuggles closer and burrows his nose even.