She stood there in horror as the blonde woman appeared at the bathroom door , with only 2inch heels on she was still over 6 foot and stared first at a...mita then down at her silk teddy that asmita was holding , would you like to explain what the fuck is going on here , the woman quizzed . apology after apology came from asmita , she said she didnt know what she was thinking as she squeezed past the woman and started putting the lingerie back in the bag the whole time apologising for the. Mom was responding with,"Uh, hu. Yea. Uh, uh. Ok." Finally after a few minutes mom mumbled,"Goodbye," dropped the phone in the cradle and flopped back on the bed. I pulled the blankets over her and left. The next morning as we were eating breakfast I asked Mom,"What did aunt Carol want last night?" Aunt Carol? I don't know. I haven't spoke to her for a week." Mom you talked to her last night, don't you remember? I woke you to talk to her on the phone.". "No I don't remember. I took one of. Isn't that what you told them you were gonna do?" I am gonna kick your fuckin' ass!" he roared, taking a tentative step forward.I laughed. "Are you now? Well go ahead and do it." I made a 'come-on' gesture with my fingers. "Kick my ass. Let's see you do it."He stood still, his face fuming, infuriated with shame and anger. He wanted to, that was obvious, but he also remembered what had happened last time."I'm waiting," I said impatiently. "When are you gonna kick my ass? It's sitting here right. I never knew for sure, but I thought it likely that during our separations she went to bed with other guys, but so what, my bed didn't stay empty either.In our last year Sandy started making marriage noises. What kind of wedding should we have, should we keep it small, would it be best to wait until we were established in our new careers and stuff like that. I don't know if Sandy noticed my silence on the subject or not, but the truth was that I really wasn't ready for marriage. I'd seen what.