The only physical contact she made with me was to take a towel and clean me up. I tried to touch her leg while she stood next to me but she just gentl... brushed my hand away. I didn't try again. We were in undiscovered country here and I wasn't sure how to proceed. Not knowing the boundaries, how does one know when they are crossing into forbidden turf? I figured I better play it cool and see what she would do. She went to bed! I mean, really! She gave me peck on the cheek, said goodnight and. He wasn't there either. I became frantic. I called the police and reported a missing person. They came, and took a report. They didn't seem very interested. It was just another run away husband, as far as they were concerned. Then on the morning of the third day a courier came with an envelope. In it were divorce papers that required my signature. I could not understand why he wanted a divorce. We were a happy couple. We never fought. I always thought we were made for each other. I became. All the thoughts she had suppressed the past three days came rushing into her conscious mind, bringing with them the terrible humiliation and guilt of her actions. What had happened to her innocent, well-ordered little world? Why had things suddenly seemed to turn completely against her, slowly but inexorably destroying her? What had she done to deserve all of this?She didn't know, had no idea. She felt as if she was on a merry-go- round, forever spinning, which she could never get off of. She. Barrett had seen her too. Andrew just smiled up at her. ‘I think that outfit is a definite keeper, babe. I can’t wait to see the other.’ Graphic fantasies of his fiancée kneeling in a circle of spurting cocks crackled through his mind. ‘Well, then, be right back!’ Rebecca spun quickly, parting the wrap skirt and giving both men a good look at her toned, tanned legs. She stood a moment in the hall and looked at her reflection in a three part mirror, noticing that Mr. Barrett had sat down next to.