She silently crawls into bed, curling up in the fetal position. She is becoming aware of the soreness between her legs, she is shaking as she drifts o...f to sleep. 4 am Marci has no chance to scream, before I push her hard into the wall and said between clenched teeth, " You're mine, Marci?" She moves away from me, but I went after her and just when she thought she would get away, I caught hold of the back of her negligee and with brute strength tore it off her. I spun her around and slam her. I looked at my watch. The time was 12:30 PM.I still had around 8 hours, I thought. Why am I counting the hours left? Do I really want to take my wife to Reddy? Was I that desperate? I didn’t know what to do. I strolled out of the coffeehouse and sat in my car. I sat there for a few hours but still I couldn’t clear my mind if I should do this or not. Finally, I thought of talking to Kavita before making any decision. But what will I talk to her? Reddy had told me that Kavita. How could you ... spying on me?" he accused bitterly. "Guy no! You mustn't think I was spying!" I pleaded, stroking his head. "I had no idea you were even home yet ... how could I darling?" Well, you've still made me look foolish." he says putting a warm arm on my bare shoulder and murmuring, "anyway I've really missed you.His lips offer me a forgiving kiss and I respond.Guy makes that kiss far deeper than is decent.Suddenly I realise I'm very improperly dressed.Guy closes his eyes and lies. Rival clubs would roll into town and, like a bar in a western movie, would try to do as much damage as they could with fists, feet, and bottles.The Wrecking Crew would meet at the Junkyard for meetings and parties. Like their fathers and mothers, they made love to their wives, fiancées, and girlfriends, now and then in a threesome. But it was Richard Farnsworth (shortened to Riff), a C47 pilot in the war who used to drop paratroopers. Riff grew up on the other side of the tracks, the rich.