"Is she still in the marble castle?" she asked, sipping her juice.We were at a deli on Seventh Avenue. The lunch hour's rush was all around us. A bunc... of outrageously-dressed, Japanese goth-girl tourists filled the frame of my view.I told Erica that the Enthwistle thing had made me an avid reader of the gossip magazines. There had been pictures of Myr fainting at her engagement party. I was in them too — or rather half of me. After that the magazines hadn't offered information for weeks —. Looking back, it was so awkward, I was just flopping away on top of her with no real sense of rhythm, but it felt so good, and she must've liked it, because her pussy kept squeezing me out. The smell of sex was everywhere, and it was turning me on even more. About a minute and a half into it, I started getting my rhythm and pounding hard. I lost all control, and used one of my hands to grab her by the hair. I started humping her violently, shaking her head back and forth, getting ready to cum,. I also called the receptionist in the front of the building and told her not to let Linda come back if she should come by. I wanted to give the P.I. a chance to see what he could come up with. Now it was just a waiting game. A little later that afternoon I got a call from Andrea, our neighbor. I knew it would be about Linda but I didn’t want to seem rude so I took her call. “Harry,” she started, “Linda told me what happened. She also told me you suspect her of cheating on you. I’ve lived next. A look of fear briefly marred her lovely face. A single tear slid down her cheek, “I am ... I’m going to be.”“Well, OI come bearing gifts.” Fred said with mock solemnity, crossing the threshold with two extra-large pizza boxes.“Pizza delivery, now?” joked Cindi with a wide grin, “That therapy practice not working out for you, big guy?” They really had done more than just fuck for two hours after that game of H-O-R-S-E the other day.As I was emerging from the bedroom the two women automatically.