Emma slid across the table and dropped down onto the floor, she walked the two paces to where Mark was sitting and throwing her arms around her husban...’s neck burst into a flood of tears.Mark held her tight his arms wrapped around her back. “It’s ok Em, don’t cry, we are going to make sure that Marcus regrets what he’s just done to his dying day, trust me, we’re going to pay him back for r****g you”.“How are we going to do that babe, he was right what he said, he’s too well connected with all. That night, the one breast was so pale in the moonlight that it looked like some classical, alabaster statue.Considering what came later, I know it's hard to believe, but I really did start out trying to cover her up. My thought was that she'd hate me if she knew I'd seen her naked. I put the keys on the side table. Then, I leaned down and tried to slide the strap of her dress back onto her shoulder.I don't think I ever tried to pull a dress up over a breast before. I certainly never tried it. I also took a photo of us having sex, and did I mention that one of my hobbies was drawing comics? Yes, I draw us. Well, mainly her, but still.And then one day, we broke up.She was gone for a long time for work, and we drifted apart. I still loved her, but I started banging other girls just because they came to me. It was back to the routine, except that none of them lasted past a week. My buddies might be worried about me, but I tried to reassure them, and myself, that I was alright without. I had to. I felt her up and ran my nails down her back. Much to my delight, she was ever-so compliant, and even went so far as to make a few noises here and there, which she had to shut up immediately. A good hour or so later, one of the guests announced that he had to go home, and the other friend said that she might as well go home too. She drove them home. I asked her if I was going home too because, well, it was a fair conclusion to jump to. "You're coming home with me," she smirked. That.