When I got there, I entered the trailer and walked to the rear where the bedroom was. She had arrived early and changed the sheets to leave no evidenc....She was lying on the bed with a white blouse and light brown shorts. She looked so sexy lying there and smiling at me. She reached down and pulled her shorts away which were laying on top of her rather than being worn. She had no panties on and spread her legs apart. She said that we were going to do two things. First, she wanted me to. It was Friday afternoonand the beginning of rush hour. Tracy was shocked at thesheer numbers of people waiting for the Metro. She had towait until the third train before she barely got aboard.There were no seats and she was pushed to about midway onthe train. She reached up with one hand and grabbed thebar above her head for balance as the train lungedforward. Tracy found herself sandwiched between a hoardof people. At each stop, more people crowded onto thetrain. Tracy was feeling a little. Nothing big, just little things. We were both a little more physical is all.I felt tension building towards the end of the last week of April. I knew that it was most likely that John would be in town this weekend. My sweet suburban wife would again delve into a world of depraved sex. My fear and disgust were waning and the excitement was growing. In fact, this last month I hadn't really felt disgust or upset about what was happening. I was kind of resigned to it, but not so upset by it. And. But thats was back in Manhattan, where all the finest stores are. "But now," she shrugged, "living way out here in the middle of nowswhere, I've had to cuts down on how often I spend Oliver's money." "Gee, that must be rough on a fine lady like you." "Its would be..." she sighed, "if didn't buy the same numbers of outfits as I did before. It's just the numbers of times I shop that's less." "Hasn't the Old Grouch figured that out, yet?" "He would, if its were not for the shipping and handling.