First of all I needed another shower and to find something sexy to wear but classy as well. I promised myself I would try to avoid my usual cheap slut...look. I could go for the well kept rich soccer mom, and still attract a man, I decided.After my shower and the six scrubs and rinses of my hair, I sat by the fire for a while. I drank more coffee all the while toweling my hair. It took half and hour before I felt comfortable brushing my hair and putting on the small amount of make up necessary. It has a low cleavage and centre panel that allows both legs to peep through to the stocking top. I was up for masturbating while just looking at her, even more so when she put on her 7” stilettoes to compliment the hot wife look I but controlled the urge. To keep her inhibition low I was feeding her white wine regularly in small amounts but when I looked at my bottle of red, it was nearly gone. Oddly I didn’t feel drunk. Jayne sat down and was just touching up her nails when Karl knocked on. Shit. Shit. Why the fuck did I just say that? Now he’s going to think I don’t like him. Wait, WHAT? I mean, that’s good. He’s not supposed to think I like him, because I don’t. “The way everybody expects me to? And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he inquired with obvious rage in his tone. Natalia fell quiet. She couldn’t tell him what people had been saying about him for all these years. She started tapping her foot against the floor indicating the sudden sense of stress that fell. ) I was beginning to feel angry because I missed . . . I didn’t know what, and sometimes had the most awful feeling that I had made a mistake in marrying Him. It wasn’t long before I wasn’t keeping these feelings hidden. I doubt you would find it useful to hear the details of the next stage of our marriage–I hope you and David aren’t starting from the same place we did! It’s enough to say that my insecurity and snippiness pushed His buttons, He became resentful and would turn His back on me,.