This was not a subterfuge. I did not want to scare her off.Lots of psychos out in the world already. And, trust is a hard thing to establish.I broke t...e eye contact momentarily, to give her space to adjust, adapt and be easy. But before long, caught her eye, catching up on me, decisively.Maybe she was affirmative. Maybe she decided to say a "hi" and return the favour. Maybe she din't even mind chatting. Or maybe she was fine with it, but would get over it, and move on..Hmm. Okay. That wasn't. ” He stood and kissed her forehead. “I will be back in just a few moments.”“Please, father,” she cried, “Don’t leave me! I’m terrified! I don’t want to die!”“I will be right back,” he said, “I promise.”She grabbed for him, but he quickly crossed the room and exited, leaving the door ajar. A few moments later, the door opened, and she called out, “Father!”“No, I’m sorry, it isn’t,” Jacques le Gris said as he stood before Marguerite.She stared in shock at Jacques, unsure whether she truly saw him. After this conversation it was then when we plotted out a plan how to get my wife to get free from her sexual repressive nature. "yes we got a little drunk" So as planed the next week, I borrowed my mom's van for Brian for use, Brian picked my wife up at home and told her some story about his mother being in the hospital and how they were to meet me there. When Brian got to the "spot" located on a back road that ends at a creek, he did the things I told him to do that would make her feel. Did Emma want us to be together? Was this even a two way thing? I had gone along with her so quickly. I had had sex with a total stranger without so much as a protest. Was this me or was this just because it was Emma? Clearly I had some deep in built desire to make this woman happy, but was that it? Was this the real me being revealed by the beautiful redhead I had made orgasm? My mind was flying. So much so that I got home without really knowing how...I entered my small house and collapsed in.