Their voices are urgent but hushed, like they don't want to be heard or found out. I ever so gently push the door open, inch by inch, and as I do, can...slowly start to make out what is being said. "Don't stop, John. Don't stop fucking meeee.." is the first thing I clearly hear and I freeze on the spot, a mixture of emotions surging through me as my suspicions are confirmed. I feel as if I owe it to John's wife to storm in at this point, but something inside stops me. Instead, I gather myself and. "Belle's lookin' good, Ash," he said.She looked up at him from her crouched position beside the collie and gave him a half-smile. "She looked good before the wash, dad. You're leaving?" she asked. He was holding his worn leather briefcase and had his jacket slung over his shoulder."Sure am. You know the drill. I'll lock the doors. Make sure you relock them on you're way out and everything's off. And call before you leave for home," he reminded."Do I really have to call? What's going to happen?". He spent a lot of time in his bed alone wondering if this was her first foray into adultery, and realised the futility of asking her. If she said yes he would be furious and would definitely be rid of her and if she said no it would forever in his mind be inconclusive. The easy lies about her whereabouts when he returned from his trip two days early still rankled.Crunch Time.His answer came out of the blue.He had met Stan Pickett, a co-worker of Susan's, at various office functions and found. There was no denying that Beth could be a stunner though. She was incredibly gorgeous, or least he’d always thought so. When she took off her glasses or dressed up for a social engagement, an awards banquet or something usually, she could literally take your breath away. She’d had large breasts ever since he could remember, and was, in fact, larger than her three sisters. She was short but not too short, thin but not anorexic.She was a perfectly cute dork. A dork-et really. She was a dork-et.