The asinine quality of the interview questions backed up her hypothesis."So," Tony squinted at the clipboard in his large hands. "I printed out all of...your writing samples. I guess you like writing, huh?"Anabel shifted in her seat, unsure if she should answer. If she were being honest, she was a little distracted by Tony's hands. They were large and strong but seemed highly dextrous much like the rest of his body. She knew his football career never took off but wondered if he still played in. Like most mums the world over, I loved my three all equally but wasn’t blind to their differences. Abigail had always been the most sensitive of the three, from her early years onwards, always more alive to my moods and feelings than the others. And my mood instantly brightened at the thought of Abigail’s love and the prospect of a chat with her.“Hi mum, just thought I’d give you a call to see how you’re doing. I know Dad’s away so just wanted to check-in and see how you are?”Always direct and. So like MANY MEN, I have long had the fantasy of watching my wife being sexually fulfilled by another man. It is only recently that Ashley has accepted my fantasy and agreed to the role play.Recently, over the past few months, Ashley has warmed more to the idea, constantly telling me she likes the look of this guy on TV or a guy she saw whilst we were out.Also telling me she was masturbating in the shower thinking of my fantasy, not only having sex with me, but enjoying the touch of another. ‘Yes your father and I are getting a divorce. I….I…’ It looked like she was trying to form words that just wouldn’t come. Finally she just shook her head and turned away towards the kitchen. I looked up at Robert and saw that he had tears in his eyes. My big, strong brother. The one who always beat up kids in school, who picked on me, was crying. I couldn’t take this. This couldn’t be happening. Pulling out of his arms I raced out of the living room and out of the house. I ignored Robert’s.