Our sex life was as passionate as ever, and even enhanced by my love for black men. This has been mainly due to the fact that Dave is very dominant. I...think I have discovered that my desire is to be dominated in the bedroom and very few white men can do that effectively.This has changed though. A few weeks ago I walked in on Dave getting topped by one of my black lovers. I was shocked. Here was my dominant husband, the one for whom I live to please, being utterly dominated by a true man. There. R., what’s the Crime Lab report?’ I asked, ignoring Sheriff Allgood and keeping the meeting going. ‘Grease paint and lipstick appear to be identical to those substances found at the Reece Patrick crime scene. We’re running the tests to confirm that. Early blood tests also suggest the injected poisons are the same as the Patrick scene, though we’ll need the tests for confirmation. Martha the M.E. did make one other observation, apparently an air bubble was injected with the drugs, and it got to. . But, it wouldn't work.I needed to go home. Just thinking about not going back to what my life used to be made me feel sick. True, I'd reached the point where I knew it was going to be hard to say goodbye to the new people in my life. But, I grudgingly thought, they were the ones making it that way. It's not like I'd never see them again. Hell, I wouldn't be opposed to spending a whole summer in Arizona next year. But I needed to go back. I needed to go back to the way things had been before.. "What is all this about?" he asked."I've been unfaithful to you," she said.Tom winced. He had known that this would happen one day. Her being a bored and lonely housewife. He had read all the right books. He decided to be mature about it."Do you love the man?" he asked.She laughed and he didn't know what to think. Her laughter had a strange ring to it. Maybe it had something to do with Dave Madden. Maybe it was a delayed reaction to what had happened to her then."We can deal with it," he said..