And in the event of the third possibility where the tests results indicate that both Flo and Roger were being deceptive ... well then. He left it off ...here and I took that to mean I could start divorce proceedings immediately.The whole thing was a no brainer as far as I was concerned. If both tests did not show truthfulness I didn't know how I would ever be able to trust Flo again, and without trust in a marriage can there be love?I drove back to work feeling at least assured I would get to the. I started to undress and while I was undressing I lost control and started caressing myself. I slid my hands down my belly into my already wet underwear. I slipped my finger into my pussy and started to rub my clit. Man it felt so good; I started going faster and faster. Then out of nowhere came a knock on my door... I froze like a deer in headlights.Who is it?It's me John... can I come in?In a minute I exclaimed... I quickly grabbed the kimono I got as a going away present and threw it on. I. It was Laurence who had told me how the restof the French had felt about Paris because she had seen it and felt it as aParisienne. She had showed me it by the brazen way she overtook traffic onthe right before turning left in her car with her 75 plaqued'immatriculation and with her disdain for the right wing politics of thevineyard owners of Burgundy.Yes, Laurence was, like me "une ?trang?re".Only I did not know it yet. I still thought of myself as "un ?tranger"although with my poor French. The cool breeze felt good on her freshly bathed skin. She set the sleep timer on the television for half an hour, and climbed between crisp cotton sheets to doze off to the voices of Katherine Hepburn and Humphrey Bogart. She'd seen "African Queen" many times, and could visualize most of what was going on with her eyes closed.The light from the screen flickered silvered fingers over her exposed shoulders. She slid easily into the moorings of sleep, the voices of Katherine and Humphrey growing.