She looked down at the invading hand but said nothing. Instead, she wandered off in the direction of the change rooms, Faheem followed behind her. He ...ulled the red curtain aside and let her walk into the room.“Now then, how about you take off that shirt for Faheed?” Megan's brow furrowed; that's not what's supposed to happen. However, she said nothing.Faheed's hand roamed to her ample breasts, feeling them over top of her shirt before lifting it up over her head. “Good girl,” he said.What was. She had turned to face me, and she held her hands out to the side. Her thong was black and lacy and looked very expensive. It certainly hid a lot more than my pathetic scrap. I dropped to my knees and hooked my fingers through the waist band. I couldn’t believe I was being allowed to do this. I pulled it down to her ankles and she used my head to balance as she stepped out of it. I sat back on my heels and looked up. I could clearly see why Sherri loved this woman. She was only a few years. She wasn't.She leaned forward, suspended over me on her outstretched arms. Her eyes locked on mine as though she was sifting through my thoughts. She wasn't just waiting; she was studying me. I wondered if it was to predict what I might say or whether she was deciding what secrets to reveal. How could she have healed so quickly? Was our marriage really as fragile as I still feared?"I already asked you that," I told her. "I mean, whether you really fucked him."She pressed her hips into me and. ”“Well hon., I hardly recognize you! You must have grownfive feet since I last saw you! Come over here and let meget a good look at you. And call me Sam, none of this Mr.McGraw stuff out of you anymore.”I hopped off the fallen log, grabbed my bag, and wentover towards the truck. Mr. McGraw was wearing a pair ofold dirt stained coveralls, a plaid shirt, and a pair ofboots. He had a pair of gloves stuck in one of thepockets, what looked like a roll of tape in another, anda large.