It was always quiet late at night and was great for a bit of discrete fucking or as it became later, a bit of dogging. The routine was usually the sam.... We'd get drunk in the bar, then have a stroll to the park. En route I'd encourage Donna to strip naked and walk as far as possible in the buff with her tight, very fuckable teenage body on display.She loved to take a detour through the centre of town late at night if it was quiet. She'd stroll past the usually busy shops in the High Street. Jacob just coolly smoked a cigarette while waiting for an altercation to occur between his lover and her husband.“Tom, I will not insult you by saying that it’s not what it looks like. You deserve that much, at least,” she finally spoke up, “I actually do care about you, more than I let on. In fact, while I started this as a marriage of convenience, to have someone to father my children and be a partner to improve both of our standings, I’m growing more attached to you, as strange as that may. Who knows?” said Carlton.“What about Andrew?” She said, her brow arching up in concern.“He’s in a bad way. He likely saved Kari’s life. Fuck! We will never be able to make this shit up to him, none of it.“He’s in a medically induced coma,” he said. “The doctor doesn’t know anything for sure yet, but soon.”“Oh my God. We need to go there. I mean even if they won’t let us in...” she said.“Okay, I mean I just came from there, but yes, okay,” he said. “And they won’t let us in. Not even to see. Until Friday, Henry.”Henry nodded but did not speak.“You will come with me, Amélie, no? I cannot bear to speak with this man alone. Not when this is about my son.”Amélie leaned close to Sandrine and hugged her tight. Kissed her cheek. “Of course, Sandrine. Friday.”The two women presented themselves on Friday to a cautious reception by mother, father and Henry. The latter remained silent throughout the visit, but Sandrine watched him carefully and saw he’d missed nothing.After his wife had.