Part of him enjoyed the view. His breath caught in his throat and he shook his head to clear those thoughts. She looked lifeless hanging there. Her lo...g hair obscured her face.He searched as much of the room as he could and when he saw no one, he slowly opened the door.As he stepped into the bay, he spotted Traci's nude body. Her blonde hair lay in a pool of blood. Mayfield frowned as he spotted the dark red hole between her eyes. He knelt beside the body and checked for a pulse. He shook his. With a seating arrangement of Man/Woman/Man/Woman/Man/Woman/Man/Woman and so on ( sort of like a bar mitzvah dinner or a British Social Tea. ) They were arranged so that the auras of each male and female touched one the other. As well, this arrangement was well suited for acceptance of Yin to Yang and Yang to Yin in all senses of the inner and outer manifestation of personhood and spirit. (In other words, the girls got a good look at the erect penises across from the them and the boys could. When finally a member of the bar staff served her, I went back to the table and sat down. When they got back, having stopped before reaching the table to chat secretly about something, my wife carried on as if nothing had happened, but did change chairs to sit next to me and kept kissing me and showing a lot of attention, but I was being very cold towards her. She whispered in my ear that she was wearing silk stockings and lacy black knickers. I commented that the guy at the bar already knows. He had no answer to give me –only silent submissive looks-like a scolded puppy dog.He clumsily fell to the floor, his big rough hands picking up the delicate soft silky lacy panties and offering them to me as if they were a peace offering-a gift to silence me and end his humiliation! I took them from him waving them in front of his nose, and then rubbing them over the bulge in his jeans. His breathing became heavy, and lots of apologies, stutters and mutterings about getting back to work came.