I went to bed and fell into a deep sleep only to woken by a pounding somewhere in the house. I woke slowly and stumbled along trying to find the noise...which turned out to be my daughter Joan pounding on the front door. When I let her in she looked shocked at my condition and the odor of booze that clung to the entire house. Her first words were, ‘What the Hell is going on Dad?’ I tried to focus, the hammers in my skull were making it hard but I managed to croak out, ‘What do you mean?’ She. I said sure and and he got in. By this stage I was very nervous as to what could possibly happen! We spoke for a while and he said that he had come here a few times and did some "messing around" with guys. He asked me if I was gay and I said that I was married but curious. He was a really nice guy and I started to open up to him and told him that I liked to wear women's underwear and that I was wearing some under my clothes. He thought that was cool and said that he wanted to see it if I didn't. She started to mock and criticize him, in front of her friends and his, and she soon began to withhold sex for larger periods of time. What's more, despite her own adulterous acts, she frequently questioned him about his whereabouts.This kind of hypocrisy annoyed James, who was not stupid enough to believe that his voluptuous but capricious wife was faithful to him. He began to seek out proof of her infidelity, to throw it in her face if she ever bothered him about his activities. That should. Looking through the refrigerator I don’t find anything I really want to eat but I make a grand show of lifting my arms up to reach for something on the top shelf. There’s really no reason to do this other than to make the shirt lift up and expose my bottom. The little schoolgirl in me just shakes her head and starts to back up to the corner, coward. “You’re a little tease aren’t you? May I remind you what happened to your ass last night?” Doing my best Scarlett O’Hara impression I half turn.