I loved her a lot and trusted her a lot as well. But still, I decided to confront her about these calls.The main reason was she behaved creepy while s...e was calling. She started to leave the bedroom or get away from me. Even she started to lower her voice so that I couldn’t understand. So, one fine day in the afternoon, while we were about to go for an afternoon nap, I asked her.She said it was just a regular female friend from the office and nothing serious. I didn’t want to say that, but I. "I resisted the urge to tell him that he was talking crap."Anyway, I picked up the paddle, a hefty wooden one, pale ash in color. I let her look at it a moment. Then I slapped it against my palm once, hard enough to hurt, stepped into position and swung. Its weight did most of the work. The wood on springy flesh produced a loud satisfying smack accompanied by a shocked yelp from the girl, more from surprise at the sound, I think, than pain as yet."I lifted it again and the front door bell. He felt an irrational surge of anger about the sense of comfort it gave him.For his part, Greg felt pretty helpless himself. He had let the answers they desperately needed be stolen from underneath him. He had let an old colleague be killed, although from what he had read in Franz's files he wouldn't grieve much. Plus, underneath the elasticised bandage on his chest, he could feel a large pair of breasts forming. The only thing going for him at the moment was the medieval mindset of his. He had always been the shy type.She was the one who always arranged their get-togethers, and had always taken the lead in the bedroom. He hadn’t even hinted that he was planning something. So, when the time had come, she and her husband, Green, had hired a babysitter and set off into the city.After stepping into the room, she still couldn’t work out what was going on.It must have been one of the hotel’s most expensive suites. Its spaces were large and open and filled with remarkable furniture,.