I was etching to get into that nice double shower. I got through the door, dropped my bags in relief and made my way upstairs to the bathroom. I took ...ff my coat and lay it on the bed. Then I stopped. I heard something. The shower was already running..why? I looked around his clothes lay, like a walkway, leading to the shower. He was in there, running his hands through his moist and soapy hair, water running reluctantly off his smooth silky skin. His whole presence suggested tangled white bed. " Ann, if the story you told me is true she doesn't have to worry about me." You and I know that Fred, she doesn't."Bess spent three days crying and begging me for forgiveness and I must have told her fifty times that I did. Eventually she accepted my assertions that I forgave her and that I wanted to forget that it ever happened. I couldn't of course, there was no way I could ever forget that my wife had been gangbanged, but I had to try and convince her that I had. I was affectionate and. "What cha doin?" She asked."Nothing, really. Just sitting here." He replied, uncomfortable with the idea of telling the truth to her. "What's up?" Oh... nothing much. I just wanted to say hello... you know." She answered.There was a long pause of silence between them, Sara just milling about Mark's room, looking at his effects curiously. He watched her as she wandered about, soaking in the view of her nervously as she turned her back to him, looking at the curios on his desk."Mark... can I ask. His handsome masculine looks helped him in his many conquests in and out of his work place. At just 6 feet in height Jack Dawes did not seem a very tall man. The muscular ruggerite’s build was emphasized by the impressive breadth of shoulders and very muscular neck There was not an ounce of spare fat on his torso which tapered down to a lean waist and hips. His legs were toned and muscled after hours of work out on the playing fields. His dark brown hair was cropped short and he always wore a.