I guess he just no longer cares our marriage is in some serious trouble. He doesn't worry about coming home to try save our marriage. I guess maybe I ...houldn't worry about saving our marriage either.I grab my car keys and decide to go shopping. I need something to keep my mind from thinking my marriage is probably over, and my husband is probably cheating on me.I'm driving to the mall. I drive in front of the Golden Crown Hotel, I see Brian with a woman, and she isn't the new nurse. I drive. During the whole hour and twenty minutes of the drive. I ran the possibilities through my mind. By the time I got to the long driveway leading to the compound, I was pretty sure that it was a rescue mission. Most likely it would be halfway around the world.I got our of my car, then I took a good look around the parking lot. There were several of the black SUVs parked in the lot. If they called me as soon as the others then they were the compound employee's cars. It they were bringing in a. Hannah and I wanted our arses and tummies in shape for our bikinis in summer. We were committed girls intent on driving guys wild with desire as they took in our peachy butts and well shaped bodies on holiday beaches and nightclub hotspots. However, it was mid-winter and we were novices working out to keeping our best assets in shape at a local fitness class full of out of shape middle aged women. At nineteen you have it and want to keep it. It gets you super regular sex. Warren the guy,. Both smelling of the alcohol they had consumed but neither noticing. He was hard. She was still dancing to the beat.He kissed her as the lights flashed by the windows, hands stroking, teasing, keeping her fire alight, but not too bright. Nothing was certain. Not yet.He placed a hand on her leg, and then slightly higher, apart from another giggle she made no response. He kept up the gentle kissing.Unheeding of the driver, he touched cotton. Her legs parted further. She was damp. He applied.