She had posted intimate pictures of us we had taken for our private pleasure. It mattered not that the faces were blocked out. Her stunning body was d...splayed for all to see and so was mine. A million thoughts flooded my mind. Was she unhappy with me? Has she been seeing other men? How long has this been going on? Does she want a divorce? Then, she walked out of the bath nude, probably ready for her cyber date. She saw me at the computer and froze with a look of horror on her face. I shut the. There was no door bell or knocker. Standing to the side I used my left foot to knock aggressively on the lower door. I keyed the mike and said, "Heads up, getting ready to go in."I kicked the door three times again and yelled, "Anybody home, hello."I was just about to kick the door in when someone inside yelled, "Hold your pants on I coming. Who is it?"I responded to that with, "Hello, hello,"As soon as the door cracked a bit I kicked it the rest of the way open and Ronnie pushed the guy back. That last part I am guessing is because my mother is blonde. Many psychology classes have tried to convince me of that last one. What I’ve said being true did not change the fact that sometimes a sweaty attractive woman looks that much better when sweat is making things look a bit more… festive, I guess is the way to put it mildly. She walked in just as the last students exited the room and I was like a deer stuck in the headlights. Literally! Her “upper body” was looking particularly. She folded her arms over her breasts. She knew she would regret going home now. “Trust me...i know what you need..“I am not a whole” she repeated, her voice softer this time. “Was I the first, apart from...him?“Well….Her voice trailed off. “Take your dress off, Anja…The sternness was back. Not much, but she detected it. He let her go as she began to reach behind her back, slowly opening the black dress. Stepped out of it, folded it and put over the back of one of the chairs.“No...keep the bra.