” “I’m Deirdre, Dee,” she nodded. “This is Caaarl.” “So… are you guys on a date?” yelled Fitz, holding the joint out to Carl, who de...lined with a tight smile and shake of his head. “NO,” Deirdre answered a tick too quickly, “Carl is my advisor’s graduate assistant. We’re great buddies!” Carl tried gamely to suppress the wince of humiliation on his face but Fitz had caught it. He looked at the bespectacled, frizzy-haired doctoral candidate and felt badly for him. For an instant he thought about. I could tell they had had sex. The room stank of it. Cheryl was naked, and she rarely slept so, not unless she dozed of in her post orgasmic haze. Given their position I wondered if he was still inside her. Questions started to present themselves to me and I wondered about their affair. Who had started it? How had it progressed? How did they make the leap from being friends, to being lovers? I saw his hand curled protectively across my wife. He was wearing a wedding ring. So, he was married. Danny refused to leave her side. ##### While Christie lay in the ICU, Sean, a Los Angeles police detective, handled everything. Danny gave him the name of one of Christie’s lawyer friends, who agreed without hesitation to handle the situation. Every professional who looked at the evidence agreed the Christie had acted in self-defense, but legal council never hurt. Sean instructed everyone in the family, including her parents, who had flown down from Washington, on how to deal with the press:. But I didn't tell him.)P: Come here, you.He hiked up my skirt and pulled down my panties. I straddled him on the sofa and inserted his manhood in me. In my head, I was still jealous. He was rubbing my clit and tickling it as I went up and down. I was moaning loudly and scratching the back of his neck.P: Easy, baby. You don't want to leave those love marks, do you?I just smiled at him and continued fucking him. This guy is mine. For now. And yes, I wanted to leave those scratches at the back of.