Gina had taken the chance to bolt for her car only to find the locks wouldn't open and she couldn't get in. She had danced about in the pouring rain i... complete frustration, compounded by the fact the locks had been acting up for a week and she had forgotten to tell Tom about the problem. She fumbled for her cell phone for an instant before realizing how stupid she was standing in the downpour and rushed back to the store. The overhang gave her a little protection as she frantically tapped on. I turned around, as I reached for the light switch to turn it off. As I turned it off, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. It only took a second for something to sink in on me that something was wrong with my reflection. I felt a sense of wrongness, of something very different about myself. I turned the light back on to look at my reflection very carefully.I didn't see myself in the mirror. Instead I saw the image of Amanda in my pajama tops reflected in the mirror. I looked down. Marina usually greeted me at the door, with a hug and kiss and the usual small talk between lovers. But there is oddly...nothing. I put my keys in the dish, and took off my shoes and placed them next to hers. Everything is neat and tidy. I slowly made my way towards the master bedroom, which is situated upstairs to the back. The door is slightly ajar, and through it I see Marina spread out on the bed, naked except for the her panties around her leg in a rush to pleasure herself. I hear the whir. I sat in the only available chair within a large circle of men and the room gradually grew quiet. An older gentleman with a book in his hand asked the ‘first-timers’ to introduce themselves and the reason why they were here so I raised my hand. After I stated my name, the group responded, ‘Hi, Lenny!’ in unison. Now fully encouraged, I continued, wanting to get the hardest part out of the way quickly: ‘And I hate cheese!’ A startled gasp drew all attention to the old man whose face pursed into.