It was a case of them or me, and thankfully it had been me.As for my adultery; from the start of our marriage I considered I had been given carte blan...he by my then wife Miriam to take my pleasure elsewhere than in the marital bed. She flatly refused to join me in barracks, and could also be sparing when dispensing the perquisites of marriage when I was home on leave, especially if her so called brother Martin was in the vicinity.That she had been under Martin Hodge's sexual and mental thrall. Everytime Her bitches ran back from splashing in the sea, She would slap them dry, using their wet tee shirts, then let them rub against Her legs”.“Oh dear - that must have been Mistress with her slave ‘slut’ and newest sub ‘puss’. Annie’s k** sister Amy has also published her very attractive photos from that beach”Margie, standing up, water cascading off her hard nipples: “Come on in, Paddy - we promise not to look - Sophie might make an appearance later - she’s turning into the perfect little. “What is it,” I asked in a choking sort of voice. “Sit down, Mrs. King,” he said, “I’m afraid I have some bad news for you. Your husband had a heart attack at work.” “Oh, my God, where is he? Which hospital did you take him to?” “He went to the Royal City Hospital, I went with him in the ambulance. I’m afraid he was dead on arrival.” I couldn’t take it in. I began to say pointless things like he was perfectly well when he went to work, there must be some mistake. “I’m afraid there’s no mistake,. " With that Miss Stevens smiled andstrutted back out of the changing room, presumably back to her office. Asthe door swung shut I could see the prison guards were on patrol outsidethis room now - not that making a break for it had been on my mindanyway.I was, in fact, grateful of the warm shower, relaxing slightly as thevapours circled around me and the water ran down me. I tried to be asquick as I could, though did lose time hesitating over using the showerproducts. They were typical women's.