As I was now resigned to the fact thatshe was in total control, I began to dress. I noticed the bottleof glue on the table with a note to spread a rin... around eachbreast to reinforce the bond, or don't come down.I tried my best to make sure I looked perfect so she wouldn't beupset first thing. When I was sure I was perfect, I headeddownstairs. As I passed the mirror at the top of the steps, Iglanced into it and I got weak in the knees and collapsed. Islowly got my balance and inch by inch. We got chatting and Ruby told me about her problems with her husband and how he pays no attention to her and she got quite teary when she concluded that she thought he was having an affair, she even confided that they hadn’t had any physical contact in quite a few months, I actually felt sorry for her and as she finished off her drink the tears were flowing as she got her problems off her chest, I went out to refill her glass and put it on the table on my return deciding to sit down beside her. ”“You’re still our best man – we’ll see you in a few weeks; he’ll be better by then.”I shook my head. “No, I’m sure he’ll change that, find someone else.”“Oh, Heath!” She tried unsuccessfully to stifle a small sob, then stepped forward to hug me and stretched up for a quick kiss, and then I got in my car and drove away. I think I fought tears, also not always successfully, for the first fifty miles of the seventy-five-mile trip, and my heart was a lead weight in my chest.I hadn’t been lying. Margaret was thirty-six now, and looked at least four years younger. She was petite with dark brown hair had a girlish body highlighted by extremely large, very suckable tits. Margaret had married when she was very young, birthing one child, Henry, who was now almost sixteen. Her husband had divorced her three years ago. Margaret lived off of his alimony checks and the money she made from counseling, which wasn't much. The ironic thing was that her husband had divorced her because of.