But now I look back and I think it was only a small part of my life and it’s over now and obviously I wasn’t trapped and obviously it didn’t go ...n forever. And maybe I couldn’t get myself out of there but the important thing is that I did what I could to survive and then other people helped me get out when they found out what was happening.I told the shrink I wanted to forget about everything that happened but he said I didn’t need to forget. All I needed to do was keep in mind how that part of. Instead, I wrapped myself in a momentary imagining of how she’d look on our wedding day. I felt a shiver run through me as I pictured her in a shimmering white gown, smiling at me on her way down the aisle. It was a good way to start the day.When the alarm went off, she raised her head sleepily and I kissed her. “Morning Love,” I said softly.“Coffee...” she slurred and slumped back to bed.I grinned and reached for her sides, tickling her softly, making her shriek and jump, slapping me on the. In the women's locker room I would find panties, bra's, and sometimes even swimsuits. Touching them, smelling them, and holding them against my skin was such a turn on. The damp swimsuits were my favorite, especially if I could remember who had been wearing it. To this day the smell of chlorine is an aphrodisiac to me. Before long I started wearing all these sexy things and strutting in front of the mirror trying to look like a sexy pool bitch. My cock would be so hard and I would come multiple. I did not see Caren up close for most of the first semester, but I made it a point to go and enjoy at least a cup of Aunt Louise’s coffee every time I was on campus. I saw Caren across campus several times, and she was always walking with a nice-looking boy. They appeared to be in very animated conversations every time I saw them.One Friday morning after my class on organic chemistry, I stopped for my coffee and she was there. So was the guy, and the conversation was not just animated, it was.