"Yes, you were a little bit," Paul replied with some tenderness. "I was too. You gave me the clues when I called you the other day. I didn't put them ...ogether. I was thinking of other things. I could have warned you. I'm more experienced than you are. I'm the one who should have seen it coming."Audrey shook her head, but didn't utter a word."That doesn't mean that it's your fault, or mine," Paul continued. "Rape isn't the penalty for carelessness. It isn't the just punishment for anything."Paul. She was ten years single when she met Mark. She had abstained from all sex after a disastrous one-night stand five years previous. Aloud she said, "I have faith in you Mark." She averted her gaze. She did not want him to see her cry. She knew she would if she looked into his eyes a moment longer.Their waiter brought them their orders. Cole dug into his food with gusto. Mark ordered a beer and no one asked if he was old enough. "You were right," he told her."About what?" she asked."About. If only Francis was there to rescue her from his wife.Mrs. Underwood was perturbed with me who was now bent over trying to regain her balance using the chrome bar on the side of the elevator. Zoe’s rival yanked up my black skirt and then pulled down my lacy white panties revealing my snowy white bottom positioned high in the air for Claire Underwood’s pending wrath.“You know Zoe, down south we take care of ambition with an ass whooping! The switch, my peach is a different experience all. Finally the moment came where one of us said "shall we go up", and we headed towards the elevator. The doors closed and suddenly the dam broke- we started kissing passionately, our hands all over each other- we were ready. We reached the hotel room, she opened the door and we stumbled into the lobby area of the dimly lit room, lips still locked together. In the gloom I could see her husband on a chair in the corner, and he smiled and gave a thumbs up, but to be honest at that it was like she.