I dropped my purse and bag on my desk and weaved my way to him. As I got closer, “You know, sir, I bet every woman here carries an extra bag with m...keup, maybe special shampoo and conditioner, bushes, etc. It would be nice if the stalls had a small locker.”He handed me one of the glasses, “I’ll have someone look into it, Abby.”I collapsed on the couch. He took a chair on the other side of the coffee table. I saw him looking at my legs, my breasts, my legs, and back to my breasts before. I was outside on the back patio, filling the grill with charcoal when I saw a shadow move across the window to the lower area of the house. Feeling foolish I peeked through the slit in the curtains, there in front of me was Janet, firmy held in Rays arms, her breasts crushed to his massive chest, deep into a lovers kiss. Janet slid to her knees and , glancing at the kitchen door she undid Ray's pants and released the thick meat I had seen in the picture. My wife licked and sucked at it, forcing. The intense terror of her returning and the hope that she would appear. My neck strained and ached, my limbs felt like lead, the joints of my hips and shoulders pulled out of their natural shape by the tight chains that held me immobile. Occasionally I heard voices and laughter from the two people who were sipping tea while I suffered and then came the sound of footsteps ascending the stairs. My heart pounded with fright, my mouth dried and my skin crawled with alarm as I heard the sure reports. I pulled up my web browser and started Firefox. I went to Katherine's 'MySpace' page, and I saw her blog and tribute to me and my sister.I cried when I read the blog. Then I went to my page. I cried some more when I saw all the responses to my death. Tears started running down my cheeks as I read them. Then something told me to go back to Kat's page, and I did. A new update blog was up and then I started crying harder. I read of Kat saying she loved me as a lover and a friend. How a hole was in.