It was really hot that day, so I was wearing my shorts and flip flops. Charlie was in the shower room. He called out to me "Hey k** (I didn't mind tha... nickname), Go in my locker and get me a beer. You can have one too". I was more than happy to oblige him. I opened his locker and found not just the beer cooler, but all kinds of men's magazines and lingerie clad pin ups. I immediately got a hard on. Charlie yelled out again..."Hey k**, where's my beer !". It wasn't a question. So I grabbed his. Theresa was my wife and a mom of two, and she looked the part. I would never be suffering the pain Bill was feeling now as he drove us home.Home! Shit! What would he do when he got home? Should I leave for my place immediately and let him and Gwen work it out? What if he was angry enough to hit Gwen? Should I hang around to keep some semblance of order? Did I want to hear what was going to be said? Did I want to watch the possible death of a marriage? Would it be that bad? I realized it would. They went inside and the woman at the counter said that couples got in free and to enjoy themselves. It took a couple of minutes for their eyes to adjust, although the screen sounds were easy to decipher - fucking - and close to the money shot for the scene. Jacob looked around and already the men were all eyes on Holly. Most of the guys were decent looking enough and it was getting late enough that most of the men were on the younger side of 40. There were more men there than usual because it. It had been a gift from Alana to Heather that night, and she’d worn it in the cabin once, during her February visit – an eternity ago. ‘Command me... ‘ I’d forgotten about it since then. I should’ve commanded her to never leave me... Nothing else was in the box, so it struck me that Heather probably wanted the dress returned to Alana. She really was letting everything go and giving it all back. I folded it into place and set the box on the top shelf of my closet. I doubted Alana was missing the.