“It’s adjusted by a known amount.”“Known to who?” She shot back.“Guys from my unit.” He winked.She stepped back, but he kept his eyes on...the post card.“John.”“Yes, Veronyka?” He rasped.“Look at me.” She demanded.Sighing, he turned around. She was standing with her fists on her hips, feet at shoulder-width. Her towel lay discarded on the bed. Every inch of her was utterly flawless, from her toes to the still-drying hair on her head. Tight and firm, long-limbs and pert breasts, there wasn’t a. Long ones, short ones, black ones, white ones. She looked over at the clock. "Great, one hour to get ready and I can't find anything that is comfortable enough. This is another job in itself. What ever happened to just relaxing?" Anna moved over to her bed and lay down in the middle, carelessly kicking the clothes to the floor. She took several deep breaths and began smiling to herself. She moved her hands slowly over the bottom of her stomach and began trailing her fingers down her inner. "Don't fear dear, I'm the one with regrets, and I nearly was lost. Whatmight have happened in even seven days is something I don't want toconsider now that we're together. Can you forgive me somehow?"She looked at me strangely."You? Why do you seek my forgiveness? I feel I abandoned our vows andmarriage at the drop of a hat. You dear man, I mean woman, did nothingto cause these events." But I should have resisted, somehow, I wasn't strong enough." Maybe you don't understand. You didn't speak. I can’t imagine how any other kind of sex would even be comfortable there. Besides, we live in the Mile High City and our sex has been good. As far as I’m concerned, we’re already members of the club.”Tony, having been so well-schooled on sex and the needs of women, never took any grievance lightly, no matter how insignificant it seemed. An avid viewer of internet porn he started looking for something different that might appeal to his libidinous wife. Running across a site called Front Range.