He reached up to squeeze her lush breast again, and then he looked at me.'Help yourself to a drink, ' he said, nodding towards a table by the window h...lding a section of bottles and glasses.I poured myself a scotch, and added a little water – when I turned back, she was bending to kiss him feverishly, working her mouth on his, and he was fondling her naked breast, and I sat in an armchair at a slight angle, watching them. After a few minutes, he pushed her away, and she sat up, her breasts. "Young lady, put your clothes on and get your ass in the living room--now!"I slammed the bedroom door with a crash that could have easily been heard from across the street. A couple minutes later, a trembling Tiffany shuffled into the living room, barefoot, wearing a pair of navy blue, school gym shorts, and a long white sweat shirt. Sobbing, she was biting her lower lip, her hands shaking uncontrollably, cowering like a spanked puppy."Sit down on the sofa," I ordered.Tiffany's eyes were filled. Are there rules about what to wear and when?"Think you can handle this by yourself?" she asked me.I wanted to say no. But after our conversation in the shower, I feel thatwe're ready to open up and start trusting each other. This was animportant step in our... friendship. "I... I guess," I said. "Wait - Helpme with the bra." Let me show you," she said, pulling out a light blue bra from her drawer."Find the top," She showed the shoulder straps. "Then twist it around soyou can see the clasp. Clip. " Her voice turned icy. "As a happily married woman I do not go away on dirty weekends. Goodbye."She slammed the telephone into its cradle and turned sobbing to Tom who was at her side. He held her as she cried her heart out.At length she looked up. "You got the gist of that." Yes, my Bri," answered Tom grimly, "and so will Brian. Evidence when we nail the bastard."She laid her head against his chest again. "That was the place he took his Polish tart. Ugh!" She shuddered and tightened her grip..