" I guess I owe you one for that," I said.There was silence in the room for a few minutes. The coffee was making me feel a little stronger and my head...felt a little better. When I took the last swallow of my coffee Sonya got up and took my cup from me. She went out to the kitchen and filled my cup and brought it back to me and then she sat down again."I want to thank you for last night," she said."Thank me, what the hell does that mean?" I asked.How could she thank me? Could she be under the. ‘Well I’m sure he’ll be back,’ was his reply. She slid in between his legs and leaned in closer. ‘Who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky instead,’ she whispered as she slowly ran her finger along her bottom lip and stared at him innocently. She looked down as she ran her other finger slowly up his inner thigh. She looked up at the bartender walking their way and asked for another drink. Then she went to sit back down in her chair and drank through the entire next band that played. The guy sat there. She sat, examining the thick file for quite some time. Inside, along with the detailed descriptions of her husband’s movements and activities, were several photos of Joe engaged in various forms of homosexual activity, with men she’d never seen. Here was Joe getting fucked in the ass, here he was sucking a cock, here, licking a man’s anus and jerking him off. There must have been fifty photos. As she looked at them, Bob noticed her getting flushed and angry. She squirmed in her seat, crossing. Fucking her so hard, so many times, it had been wonderful. Why hadn't they been doing this all along? She could hardly wait until their next encounter. What was she going to do the next time.Then she slowly made her way to the shower and let the hot water relax her body. Linda stood in front of the bathroom mirror with her towel around her as she carefully applied her lipstick and makeup, the way she routinely did when she going somewhere other than a photo shoot. As soon as she was finished.