Nothing much happened, as usual, and after a while Sandra lay on the ledge and tried to doze, but it wasn't easy after the sharp reminder of home that...Keith's picture represented.Sandra woke when the door of her cell opened and two aliens came in carrying an unconscious naked man, whom they dumped face down on the ledge. As they turned to go, one lashed out hard with his tentacle, whipping the unconscious man across the buttocks, and then Sandra across the breasts, eliciting a scream of outrage. "I wasn't getting anywhere with trying to get to see a counselor withouttelling them the problem, but I thought I needed a counselor to help metell them what was wrong. Anyway, that conversation ended up withyelling. I don't know why it had to, and maybe it didn't but it did.Finally, I got frustrated and went upstairs. If that wasn't bad enough,the next morning I looked in the mirror and found hairs under my nose.I burst out crying, and scraped them off with a razor. Then I startedcrying. Her thoughts turn to one of the tourists in particular, Timothy. She feels her tummy flip flop at the thought of him. His handsome face etched into her mind, she thinks back to the way he looked at her last night. Restlessness fills her body. She wanted him so badly last night. His hands looked so strong, like they knew exactly how to touch and please a woman. Her hand brushes against her nipple, the touch feeling like an electric jolt running through her. With a soft smile, she imagines for a. My marriage was not just an open one, but a marriage of convenience, not a love match, as Deanna herself once noted. I knew that this day was probably coming, even if a long time in the making. Yet, here I was, choked up, fighting back tears, tearing up a punching bag in the spare bedroom, and downing my favorite beer before getting out the Scotch from the liquor fridge. For the first time since Deanna and I agreed to this unorthodox arrangement, I felt real agony, true jealousy, and absolute,.