Going up the back stairs in bypassed anyone going to work. I knocked on the door. When it opened, Mark was standing there with his robe wide open. The...hair on his chest and crotch had turned gray a few years ago and some have gone white. His dick hung limp and balls hung lower. For some reason I felt comfortable seeing him like that, I guess he reminded me of my grandfather. I stepped towards him and he closed his robe around me. Resting my head against his chest I felt safe. Mark said softly,. ..I could hear talking but couldn't make out what they where saying. Then I heard the rhythm of the bed...my wife was letting out soft moans. I fell asleep to the sound of her being fucked. Saturday morning I got up first and started the coffee. I heard the bed once again. This time it lasted for over an hour. I heard the hall bathroom door close so I tip toed down the hall to see who it was. Our bed room door was wide open so I just walked in. My wife was laying there her legs wide open and. He's ruined. Missionaccomplished." I don't think that's right," I said. "I mean, I think we could do somuch worse to him." What are you thinking?" Rick asked."I don't know," I said. "I just know I could wreck him."Rick didn't listen to me. Two days later, the word "VIRGIN" along withother nasty messages were scrawled all over Martin's locker. I watched inthe hallway as he approached it that morning, studied it carefully andthen... shrugged it off. I don't know what I pictured - him collapsing. We hadn't really talked outside of work since before Halloween. When I arrived she had handed me a very large glass of wine and I jokingly asked if she was trying to get me drunk. She didn't answer but threw me a devilish grin. We settled on the sofa and had been chatting through ideas for the project. I was just getting into it when she suddenly grabbed my thigh." Oh my god I forgot to tell you...'' Grace launched into some gossip about the accounts department. But I wasn't listening, I was.