Every time you see him, he spends more time with you, so by now it's become a little bit of a pattern. No one has noticed it yet, but you're starting ...o come here more often. You're starting to engineer opportunities to see him and get your fill of attention. Tell the truth. Am I right?" The girl nervously nodded her head."Told ya," I said. "We are the same, because that's how it starts. Very soon you're going to be just like me. Maybe it'll take you a few more years, but maybe a few less. You. This all went on for over a year. Mike did complain to me several times that he felt we were drifting apart but I told him that it was all in his mind and that since we had been married for several years it was only natural that we slow down a little. In looking back over the last two years, I just can't believe how badly I treated Mike. He tried so hard and I just shut him out of my life except for our children. That was the only part of our marriage that I allowed him to participate in. I. Her name was Heather. She didn’t look like a “Heather”. She looked more like an “Edith” or a “Hyacinth” and should have been wearing dreadful all white granny knickers and not a pair of naughty French things that made most males form a terrible erection needing prompt attention without delay.It was the librarian with her contacts on the outside that filled Marcie in on the fact that it was her boss, Mister Honeywell that had caused her to be incarcerated. Apparently, his scheming wife had. Maybe it was because she was average. I mean she was not a super model or even kinda sorta hot. She had black hair that had some gray and it was messy, she looked older in the face than she was so I would guess she may have been in her early fifties. Married, but very average and tired looking. "So this one wants to be difficult." She said as she stood up and wiped her mouth. She looked around the room and walked over to a table. "Is this your first time to have a woman do that?" She asked..