‘I don’t usually…hell, I’ve never done this. But I can’t stop myself. I guess it’s my hormones reacting to the storm and the water and the...bridge and all.’ He kissed her throat and ran his hand down to the hem of the camisole. ‘Then let them react, I hope they’re raging as hot and hard as mine are.’ His fingers moved over her breasts and he began to squeeze the soft mound slowly at first. As her nipple hardened against his palm, he increased the pressure and she moaned. ‘Oh yes, so nice, but. ‘Still interested?’ I laughed and said that, yes, I was still interested. ‘Good. Let’s have a curry?’ I agreed immediately and the date and time were set. The Saturday of our date seemed to drag. I did some shopping in the morning and bought myself a new pair of silk French knickers, some silk stockings and a beautiful and far too expensive suspender belt in deep gray with white lace. It wasn’t frilly or flouncy, just beautiful. I had a bowl of soup for lunch and wondered what, apart from my. I saw her. But what I wantedto see was who she was fucking. I couldn't because you know how Isaw her? I saw you fucking her from your very own eyes."I didn't believe it at first, but I discovered I could do it -look through your eyes at will. Not a good thing... being able tosee another man screwing your wife, but then one day I discoveredthat not only could I see through your eyes ... heh heh heh, Icould make you do things."He was crazy. A lunatic. I backed to the door. Just a littlefurther. Just because he talked to me and flirted with me, I thought I'd found love. Of course it ended badly. He flirted terribly and liked to play and not be serious, and I'm the opposite and opposites attracted only for a moment before he slipped out of my arms and into another's. I felt cruelly ostracized, but he simply acted normally as far as his character you know. I thought I learned but didn't. It kept happening. I finally woke up and decided to enjoy the moment rather than fight for a vision.