She stood facing the mirror, cupping a breast in each hand, and began to squeeze them. Gently at first, then more roughly, mashing them together, push...ng them out of shape. She stopped then and watched, fascinated, as her nipples hardened, becoming erect like tiny penises. Anne unzipped her jeans and let them drop to her ankles. As she stooped to take them off, her thighs rubbed together, sending a tingle through her body. She stood naked in front of the mirror, feet slightly apart, one hand. How could he remove their wedding picture and the honeymoonpicture? Why didn't he say something first? At bedtime he saw she was in deep thought. He knew she didn'tmake fast decisions on anything important. It always made him antsywaiting for her to decide something when he knew what the outcomewould be. The next morning he slept until almost ten. He'd never slept thatlate before and wondered why Cynthia hadn't called him. He got upand found a note on the table that said "Gone Shopping." He. His smile appeared genuine and natural, despite everything else about him being annoying.“I happen to know how great minds think —”“You forgot to flash” she interrupted.“Pardon?” his eyes widened, she could see the whites of his eyes, like a deer hesitant in the face of approaching headlights.She pointed to the camera in his hand. “That last shot is spoiled, it is far too dark out here without the flash,” she observed. The only camera she had experience of was her mobile phone, all you do is. I followed them to the Landing Strip Lounge and watched as they drank and danced and I was parked two rows behind them as they tongue wrestled. I don't know if it went any farther because I left. Point to Phil, but I guessed I was still ahead where points were concerned.I was back two days before Pauline called and asked me why she hadn't heard from me."You were so busy with Phil Reed that I didn't want to bother you. Take care Pauline" and I hung up on her.She didn't let it go at that and a.