As soon as her head was good and wet, I grabbed the shampoo and started working it into her hair. I also started looking her over. There were huge bru...ses, still livid on her sides, where he'd broken her ribs. I wondered if he hit her or kicked her. I was thinking about driving back to Evansville to finish the job. But her back and her legs bore orange marks of slowly healing bruises, as did her stomach and even her unbroken arm."Rhonda, honey, I had no idea how badly he beat you up beyond what. The excitment of what was coming was just too much. We could not resist making love before finally falling too sleep. The next day was the day of our appointment. We got up early and showered etc to get ready for the meeting. We headed off working our way through the streets till we found the address. The place did not look like much from the outside but we entered anyway. Inside we found a clinic type enviroment. We talked with the lady at the front desk briefly and then were escorted toward. Andrea and her husband,Don were good friends. I can’t picture Andrea lyingto me. If Linda was cheating on me, she was beingvery discrete about it.I waited until that Friday. It had been five dayssince I hired the private investigator. I called himfor a complete report. It was very boring, not onething to indicate Linda had a boyfriend or that shewas cheating on me at all. He told me he hadinvestigated a lot of cheating wives, some wereextremely cunning but he could always tell if theywere. She was a Parisian girl. She made black coffee for me in her small expresso machine and sat down on the arm of my single sofa.I had the deepest secret lust for her, and she either didn’t seem to notice or maybe she didn’t mind. Her long waxed legs were crossed. They were shining in a shade of rose gold in the afternoon sunlight coming from the full-length French window.She showed me her fingers. They had tattoos on the side with small symbols, like an anchor, arrow, etc., and something is.