” So, where do we go from here? Do you want a divorce?” I said.When her tears fell she reiterated what she’d said about the affair being only ... fun and exciting thing and she didn’t love Jack Pranz. She’d break off all relations with him immediately. She’d promised over and over to be a good and faithful wife. Hearing her words and wanting my kids to have a traditional family, as well as still loving her myself, I agreed to her pledge and the family was whole again or so I thought. For the next several hours, they walked through numerous passages that comprised a maze as mind-numbingly complex as the Teuton fortress had been. Finally they reached another lake, not the same one, Larisa saw. It was longer, and narrower. There was a boat on the shore, Larisa could see. The old man walked up to it, and got in. He waved for her to follow. They had been in silence for most of the trip, with only the old man's occasional chanting, singing, or chuckling to break the silence.. Had her pussy really produced so much of that sticky white stuff? Again, she thought back on what she had seen on Sandra's saddle before, and again, she wished that her own pussy juice was more like Sandra's. A shiver went through Melinda's body when she thought about how those people in the city would probably have noticed it as well. The thought that those people would have known about how turned she had been, even when she herself hadn't noticed it, sickened her. Again, she was very glad. She said it would save her money to move in with me, so I let her. Iwanted her there anyway. I loved it even. Since the first time sincemy wife died, I didn't feel alone. I liked not feeling that.I loved to play her wife at home too. I cooked and cleaned for her anddid the errands. She meanwhile had reenrolled in night-college tofinish getting her degree. I was supportive of her choice and let herdrive my more dependable car to her classes so she would not have todrive hers.As we got farther.