The next step would be to find someone who could tell me what was written on those pages I had pulled off the printer. But I couldn't possibly walk ar...und downtown Boston, stop everybody who looked like they might be able to read Mandarin and ask them what was written on those pages. What if they contained a detailed description of what Helen, Cathy and I had been doing? It would have to be someone I could trust or someone who didn't know me - two somewhat contradictory requirements.Then I. "Your body is so curvy and natural, and that's what I like. You also wear clothing very well..." "Thank you," she answered, now shaking in her voice. He reached out to her long tresses of gold, caressing them, moving them aside to expose her breasts. "You have gorgeous hair," he observed. "Th-thanks," she said, feeling tingles of arousal from his touching her hair. 'What was he thinking of doing next?' she wondered. Being unsure of his next move made this whole experience both frightening. He seemed to be a really nice guy. We had a few more drinks and pretty soon I had to go to the bathroom. When I got back they were still talking very close… Clark’s hand was on my wife’s leg…Soon was the Clark’s turn to use the bathroom and while he was gone I asked my sweet wife if this was the same Clark she had told me about some time ago. He was the one that fucked her real good some times when they were working together at a former office. He was the same guy that had taught her how to. She said: ‘I think the whole island is buzzing about the Halstroms. They came over for lunch yesterday.’ ‘How did John and Jean like them?’ ‘Oh, they liked them all right. Very formal, very proper, just like the Simmons like people. Their girl looked bored most of the time, but the others didn’t care. Mrs. Simmons offered to take Anna riding around the island, but the kid said she doesn’t ride. Her mother said she’d be getting some lessons when she went off to finishing school this fall.’ ‘What.