"If he wanted to share one with you... Would you?" Only if she were young and beautiful." Like you?" yes... like me." What happened last night?" Late...last night?" Yes, when he woke you."Her hand stopped dead, and her voice changed, "What do you think happened?" You tell me."She sat up and looked at looked the iPad, and I saw a flicker of anxiety momentarily sour her face. She turned, picked up her phone and began texting.He replied instantly.She steeled herself to tell me: "It was my first. Ya are good enough ta be a pro, an' ya never cheated! If I were ya, I would take up gamblin' instead of bounty huntin'. Ya are less likely ta git shot!"I laughed an' said, "Yeah, but then I would be stuck inside all of the time. However, it was easier than I thought. I might take up poker when the weather gits too bad ta be outside." Chad just shook his head an' suggested that I try a Mexican beer.I used my winnin's ta buy us each a Mexican beer. My God! He was right about the price. Mexican. I take your shaft and holding it at the entrance to my vagina, I slide slowly upon it. Taking it to the hilt. For a short time we remain motionless...each of us loving the sensations that you being inside me gives us. Then slowly I begin to grind against you. The water around us breaking with the movement of my body, splashing against our naked skin. You begin to walk to the side of the pool and press my back against the wall. Your hands still under my buttocks holding me steady, you begin. I never did stop thinking of that man. Two weeks had gone by and all I could do was think of him. Think of the humiliation. Think of the pain. Think of the "what ifs" if I'd... If I'd what? There I go again. Thinking about that overbearing excuse of a man and what it'd be like to continue allowing him to do... Do what? Make me feel like a slut? To make me shed my prudish mien? To force me to see myself as something sexual? Something other than a baby-making, frumpy old housewife?Panic crept in.