"Turn over..." he said. He felt beyond himself... maniacal almost. He knew at once what he wanted to do to punish his mother for making such a lewd sp...ctacle of herself. A slight smile came to his lips."Turn over on your belly, I said!" Jamie hissed down at his unsuspecting wife. He flipped her over, pulling part of the sheet with her and when she lay beside him on her stomach, he watched as her white buttocks quivered and shook with each trembling breath she gasped in. He pulled away the sheet. I’ve never been to Malta before.”“No problem,” I replied. “We’ll pick up the hire car, drop the bags at the apartment then I’ll show you all a good local pub.”Her hand reached across the aisle and patted mine, then held it. Dressed in a summery dress, I tried not to glance at her chest in case James should wake suddenly. I’d gazed upon her many times, several photos stored on my laptop over the years. She didn’t know I was still carrying a torch for her after 14 years, despite occasional. But it is never too late to give it a try again, or is it?"She was completely surprised, "What did you say?" Lisette and I have problems, serious problems indeed. I know she is cheating on me, but I don't have any evidence yet. Yesterday evening, before I went to the pub and met Mona, I asked her to stay home this weekend instead of going to see her mother and her lover but she chose to go. I decided that we are 'finito.' I'm going to divorce her as soon as I get the evidence I need, or, if I. She looked down at her hand that just a moment ago had grabbed the fragile red vase, and thrown it against the brick wall behind him. Finally, she had his damn attention. "What the hell is your goddamn problem?" he spat out. "You don't get to fucking leave and end this discussion!" she screamed back. Fury was coursing through her in a way she rarely allowed. She hated feeling like this, like she couldn't control herself. But she’d rather let him see the raw anger than give him the.