The guy asfucking her in our bed and he had removed his shoes andput them under the bed. After they had fucked hedressed and left. I was wear bedroom ...hoes whilewatching. The next morning I reach under the bed to getmy shoes. I put them on and felt something was wrong,they were too big.I couldn’t understand how my feet had shrunk. Then Irealized that he had been wearing the exact shoe has Ihad. Color, make, everything.I told Niki what had happened and it was so funny,imagine what he had. "He did? But we didn't do anything."Bessa smirked. "Heh, yeah, I know that. But 'e found out from 'alno."Amanda recalled the conversation she had heard between Halno and Marris. "Oh, yes, that," Amanda said in an uncertain voice."So, it's true, roight?" Yes, it's true."Bessa bit her lower lip. "Ah ... so ... is it ... is it something yew like t' do?"Amanda was too shocked to respond, not so much the question itself but the idea that anyone would actually care about what she wanted.Bessa grew. "I ordered two more large brandies and said I wanted to propose a toast."To us."She raised her glass and echoed me. "To us, now please take me home Thomas."Women!Several people looked our way as we got up to leave, so I just explained that Mrs. Hawthorn was distraught and that I was taking her home. Mary played her part by holding a handkerchief to her face until we were back in the limousine.We sat close together, her tiny body pressed tightly up against me. I with one hand round her lower. Had anyone asked me what I watched I couldn't have told them. I kept running a mental image of Melva in my mind. I masturbated three times before falling asleep.Friday was almost as bad. I joined in with the guys from a local bar for a softball game. Usually I rip the ball pretty well, but today I barely made contact. The outfielders knew me and were playing deep, so I managed to get four hits, all singles, without concentrating on the game itself.Saturday I had a strong desire to look up.