Then he reaches for my breasts, I squirm a little at first but ease into the feeling. He rubs them gently outside my shirt and thumbs at where my nipp...es are. I moan softly again. He then reaches down to take my shirt off. I'm a little hesitant at first but I let him. "There so perfect, I just want to suck them dry." He admitted. He reaches back to undo my bra when I stop him. He looks at me a bit puzzled. "What if we get caught?" I said nervously. He looked at me and then back down to. "Let me guess, you saw the grave while doing the background researchbefore offering me the place."Rachel just smiled. "It was a rather unvisited grave last time I came."There were flowers and a little sign saying, "To the sister I onlystarted to know. I wish I'd known you longer."I started to cry when I read the sign. Obviously mum had started to dealwith the death of her sibling, rather than ignore it. I wonder how muchthe rest of the family knew. I began to think about Mum's letter to me,the. No one could save me. I was trapped by memories, the only memories I had - six months of Addison four years ago. I had no other memories to distract me.In this Hell, I adapted. I’d learned to lie. I’d learned to fake social skills, pretend interest; I’d learned how to survive, not live. I worked out daily hoping the endorphins would assuage my soul. They didn’t - gone before I left the gym. I kept up appearances, maintained the same very short beard Addison had so liked.I’d discovered McEwan’s,. Now I would swear you two assholes thought that a few glasses of wine coupled with a movie about the joys of fucking someone else's husband and wife and you would be able to swap us like whores at a bachelor party. Now you couldn't be thinking that could you? That we could just be swapped because you're tired of fucking us. Like street walking whores?"Never in my marriage had Marcy actually scared me. But the intense fury rolling in her did. Bridgette looked a little shocked and hurt..