Olive stood up, "he's black, he has brown hair, and he's slender! Plus he's in this school for raping two girls! It's got to be him!" she defended her...elf. -Wait... Crap... He asked everything about the rapist body... But he never asked about his face... He knew he had a mask... And... It's gotta be him!- I thought. I got up and gasp! "it's him! But before we try to prove it! We have to think of a plan," I said. She held my hand. "I got an idea! Well, did he talk?" she asked. I replied. He self-reflected in a thousand ways. Saying yes or no or something-in-between was kaleidoscopic until he realized Eve was not asking permission. She’d already made a decision. He could only support her or defy her.Within milliseconds of real-time, Tim, overly firm, replied “Caesar and I will be here”. His tone spoke volumes about the power dimension between them.Tim never imagined Eve would want John in their bedroom and he never imagined it would be private. John had slithered into their life. At least to the point of joining him at his weekend rally's. I had such a fear of height, his vision of me ever jumping with him was, as far as I was concerned, a real pipe dream.I really done my part. I thru myself into total participation with him, everything but the jumping. I eventually knew as much or more about the sport as his friends, his jumping friends. I just didn't jump.Eventually, however, my limited roll wasn't enough... it became unfulfilling.Without his knowledge, I began to. I told her that she looked very flushed and I asked her if the water was too hot. All of the ladies laughed and Cynthia said that it was very hot in that room. The other guys from my corner of the Men's locker came out at that moment so I did not have time to question her. Everyone seemed to be moving along the corridor in the same direction so we just followed along. I soon saw that we were headed into the "Hot Wife" room. Leo was there to greet us and I realized that there were now eight.