“Lea?” I said. She nodded.“I won’t be making any waves. I know she’s your friend, and she didn’t say anything negative about you that day,...so...” I said.“Andrew, I’m not talking about just not making waves. I would love you even more than I already do ... I mean ... if you could see your way clear to forgive her those stupid remarks. You know this one time,” she said. I stared at her kind of coldly, but she was now my wife, and she did have the keys to my heart instead of to my cell.“Anna, I. James scared the shit out of me, because I saw that face looking back at me from the mirror every day. I hid mine better than James did, but we both had serious depression issues.Ruth on the other hand was the total opposite. Her attention was spread all over the place. Her eyes seemed to flit from one place to another without any apparent reason. She checked out every inch of the balcony before she sat down. She didn't study it as if she were trying to burn it into her memory, she seemed more. . except for Susan.Susan!Susan is... ?... ?Interesting.For the life of me I don't know what's interesting about a middle-class white woman in suburban America.It's not guilt. I just worked that out. I think it's shame; and that burns so much hotter than guilt. If it was just the incident at the kindergarten barbecue, then maybe it would be guilt. Maybe I could deal with that more easily. Heck, maybe I would have forgotten about it by now. Forgotten about her by now.It was the dream; that's what. She touched a vibrator to the tip of thethermometer that was buried in my ass, and a pleasantthrill went through me. I rested my head and wonderedwhat all she had in store for me.I wasn’t sure I could handle too many surprises in oneday. She had striped down to her black lace teddy.“Doesn’t that feel nice?” I got a mouth full of titty andfingered what I could reach of her clit— we were off tothe races.In the past Cynthia was an executive, she knows whatmakes up.