’ Not the whole truth, as I was spending a lot of evenings alone indoors nowadays. ‘I see you’re into Bar-B-Q’s by the look of what you’ve g...t stacked into that trolley,’ I commented wishing to turn the subject away from me. ‘Yes, we’re having a bit of celebration this evening, Amy has just got herself engaged.’ ‘Good for you, Amy, who’s the lucky guy?’ A silly question for me to ask really, as I wouldn’t know the guy from Adam anyway. ‘Oh, just a guy I met at college,’ Amy replied, her tone. Maryanne takes hold of my hand and leads the way to the privacy of the small cabins she sits down opening her legs directing my attention to where her fingers brush against her inner thigh, looking in my eyes she places my hand beneath her own sliding it slowly upwards my mouth goes dry. She looks as if she wants to devour me, gone is any pretense of innocence replaced with raw carnal desire. Throbbing sensations shoot from my clit sending waves rolling outward, it feels so delicious I. There was this man with his rifle, came up on some bad guys and he was in a gunfight with them. I'm just standin' at one side, like some ghost, watchin' all this happen. It's in the hot desert, there's sand and cactus and this fight's goin' on in a dry wash. He shoots these guys who're shootin' at him, and he get's 'em. Kills 'em. Then I see he's saved these two Indian kids. The boy, he's younger, and he's hurt; and the girl, she must have been the boy's older sister, she's got her clothes half. I thought my marriage was over” she told me. Margaret just sat, quietly, listening to my wife talk.“When I finally got the whole thing out, Margaret told me my marriage was not in jeopardy at all. In fact, she was mortified and confessed to me what had happened, and said it was all her fault. She had been so lonely and your observation of her in a very embarrassing act and your subsequent revelation of what you had seen…well, one thing led to another, and here we are.”“But…you aren’t mad?” I.