"I'm going for my run now."She picked up her keys and walked out of the kitchen."Hey! Aren't you forgetting something?" her dad shouted after her."I h...ve my keys!" Sandra shouted back."I don't mean your keys. Aren't you undressed today?" Oh! Shit!" Sandra swore, when she remembered she had to put on clothes again.Charles laughed and jokingly asked, "Do you maybe want me to punish you, so you can keep running around naked?" No, dad! I'll get my clothes," Sandra answered; she sounded more upbeat. She had done nothing around the house, my evening meal wasn’t ready, and she fucking knew we were going out that night. It wasn’t fucking good enough. When we had got married a few years ago she had been a dutiful wife. Every day when I got home from work the meal was ready, the house was clean, and my shirt for the next day was ironed and laid out on my dresser.What the fuck had happened to her? it seemed to happen overnight some two years ago, and I guess it was my own fault, for not pulling. ”And at the same time, the older lady extended her arm in Vanessa’s direction, and gently rolled the finger tips, on her right hand, near the hemline of the younger woman’s stylish dress. The rough & calloused fingers, briefly brushed Vanessa’s leg, at the knee, before being quickly withdrawn."Sorry, my dear … no offense intended … but is that a silk dress? Must’ve cost a fortune …. You must have something to spare a poor lady?"Vanessa’s head was spinning, whilst feeling appalled by this. My teammates stared at me in utter shock when I explained that Coach Burton suspended me from the team until the charges were resolved.As I finished the story Chip blurted out, "What the hell are we going to do without Coach next week? We're already missing Tyler on defense."This started a spirited discussion as everyone threw their thoughts into the discussion. Tyler finally brought order to the discussion. "We have one hundred and twelve people on the team. Two of us will miss the game. It.