I was in shock. I wanted to just cry. It started off as my fantasy but it ended far from a wonderful fantasy ending. While in the washroom cleaning up... the disappointment grew and so did my fury. Exiting the washroom and after straightening out my clothing I immediately sought my husband. I moved through the house looking for Ken. He was nowhere to be found. He had already left for the airport. I was so agitated that I could not remain at the party. I was home in bed by 10:00. I started to cry. Over the years, I had gotten off to Melanie more times than I could count. As I said, it wasn’t because she was the hottest thing I had ever seen. There was something about unconquered territory, that for some reason, seemed like it should’ve been mine, that was so arousing. That can explain some of the excitement that I felt, finally seeing her breasts for the first time. I had often pictured what they might look like, as I had gotten off to her pictures. Now that they were waiting for me, I. ”“Are you anti-social?”“Not particularly.”“I could give you a real good time.”“Possibly. But my wife wouldn’t approve.”“Wife?”“Yes. I’m waiting for her.”“Oh. Er. Bye.”“Good-bye.”She vanished down a path, and Patrick tried to go back to Flood’s descriptions of finger markings and incised lines. He’d never thought of himself as prey. He’d have to talk to Rachel about it.She arrived about 15 minutes later, wearing a big grin. “My personal nungungi!” she began. “You were right on target!”“Could you. Suzie came down the hallway. When she saw me through the glass, there was a puzzled look on her face."Amberle, what are you doing here?" she asked, opening the door just a crack."Where's McKayla?" I demanded, the frustration coming out."I don't think this is a good time for you to be here," Suzie said in a firm voice. "I think she's hurt enough." She's hurt!?!?!" I nearly exploded. I don't usually cuss at people I love and respect, but my emotions were out of control. "What the fuck are you.