" My fault?" she exclaimed. "How is it my fault?" For being so beautiful, intelligent, and sweet," I stated firmly. "I couldn't sleep all night for th...nking about you. I need to see you again. Have lunch with me?" Um ... I guess so," she agreed. "Where will we go? We don't want anyone at work to get ideas..." At that response, I knew I was headed in the right direction."I'll find something," I said. "Don't worry about anything, it's just lunch and talk, for the moment." For the moment? Sounds. There was silence while she stared at the empty cup. It lasted no more than a few seconds but seemed like a lot longer. Finally she looked up and into the eyes of her friend expecting pity but all she saw was anger.“And I know the bastard isn’t on business in Manchester,” she said. “He’s been taking this bloody woman at work away for days at a time. He’s been doing it for years!”“Why?” Chris asked. “Why, Bet, do you let the bastard do it to you?”“He’s my husband.”Chris reached over and. That may not sound too exciting, but remember I was only 19 and couldn't go to a bar. I kept introducing her and she kept getting closer to me. At first standing by me, then leaning in to me, then holding my hand. We started to leave and she told me how much she enjoyed me introducing her to everyone, almost like I was proud to be seen with her. I assured her that I was. As I opened the door for her to get in my car, she leaned in and gave me a kiss. At the same time I put my hand on the small. She could always make him feel like a little boy, and without even the protection of clothes, it would be even worse.He barely had time to think about that fear because she was right there in front of him, and he hardly recognized her. Of course, he had not often seen her completely naked, but he never imagined that she could look that good. She was tanned. Her body looked quite firm, rather than the slack look he remembered. His rather imprecise memories included a rampant thatch of pubic.