And that white blonde hair made junior prince leak.And that was all it took.They met accidentally. He took her to dinner, gambling, sailing on the din...hy to his yacht. What else would one call the forty foot sailboat that was stowed inside a three hundred thirty-five Rivi?Riki was enthralled, seduced and abandoned practically over night.I reported the black eyes to Dal and Wendy photographed the bruises and bites."When he found out I wasn't a virgin ... Oh, Wendy ... it was awful," she said.Dal. So I'dcracked a couple of fingernails, and there was dirt and oil under thenails. It would eventually wash off or wear away. She wouldn't havethat, though. She made me wash my hands as clean as I could get them,and then she took something, I think she called it a "rosewood stick,"and cleaned my nails for me. Finally after my hands were sparkling Icould have lunch. "What a waste of time," I told her. "They're just going to get dirtyagain the next time." No they're not," she said. "We're going to. Leaving my care products at the toilet,I kneel beside Sherrie, I peer into the dim light of the cabinet under her sink, “What?” I ask again, “This?” I grab what looks like a deflated red rubber medicine ball.“Ya, do you know what it is?”There’s more with it. I can feel more of the same rubbery texture in the cabinet, behind a floral hat box Sherrie keeps her private things in. I carefully reach my arm out of the cabinet as the stiff, snaky rubber flops around. Long, brownish-yellow tubing. To begin with she insisted she didn't know who the young man was, but after much questioning by me she admitted to knowing who he was. When she told me I was shocked but she said he looked really good, his name was David. David was the nineteen yearold son of some good friends which made things complicated. The more I thought about my wife with another guy the more I wanted her to fuck another man. I told her I wanted her to have sex with another guy and we talked about who it would be. It was.