Jazz? That wasn’t right. Then the scent, a spiced wood musk mixed with clean sweat. Figured. It’d been one of those nights. She reached for the g...itar that wasn’t there. Felt naked without it. She thought about begging to him to go back. Thought better of it. Her life or the guitar her mother had sold hers to buy. The answer was simple enough, right? “Finally awake?” he asked. “Course. Slept just like a princess, asshole.” He turned the dial, the music powering in. Duke Ellington. Smartass.. While I was asking him if he had seen Brad I noticed that there was a photo editor on the desk where he was sitting and when I asked him about it he explained how you could add or delete things from a picture and no one would ever know. Then he told me that editor belonged to Bill Werner. That's when I knew that Werner had to be involved." I had been racking my brain trying to think of who took those pictures," Tom said. "Zack and I figured it out Monday evening. Then Brad called me last night. Just think of it this way. From Austin to the border east is about 250 miles, north to Oklahoma is 270 miles and west to El Paso is 576 miles and south to the coast at Port Lavaca is 150 miles, but to Corpus Christi from Austin is 217 miles. Austin is about in the center of the state as far as cities and populations go. Sure there are more centrally located cities, but the effect is the same.So now I was getting set to finish up my last two and a half years of a six year hitch back in Texas. I. I was mezmerised at what I was watching. All the feelings of jealously had gone. I stood there watching another man fucking my wife against a wall, something that in my wildest dreams I though would never happen. I can say honestly that seeing my wife give in to another mans advances was the most erotic thing that I had ever felt or seen in my life. Thinking back I was very surprised at how little time it had taken him to seduce her, it had taken just 15 minutes from him kissing her to him.