Shanti: Don’t worry about him. He is fit for nothing.I got a slight hint when she said he was fit for nothing and wanted to try my luck. I saw she c...uld move a bit comfortably now and rested one of her hands on my shoulder. She came near my ears and said something. By that time, her boobs were touching my back.Let me tell you about Shanti. She must be in her early 30’s, black but was looking good. Her boobs must be not more than 34. Her hands were rough because of the hard work which she does.. It could have been a camera of some description, or it could have been a small telescope. You wouldn't necessarily pick this up unless you had been being paying as much attention to things as I had. I wondered if my spy realised I was spying on him. One Saturday evening I came home a bit before midnight. I had drunk one too many Long Island Iced Teas with my girlfriends and I was feeling both drunk and naughty. I went to the bedroom and flicked the light on. I was almost certain my spy was. Making and enforcing rules has to be done jointly. Your situation is more difficult, because there are three points of view which have to be taken into account, and three sets of needs. It’s difficult enough with two people. In a sense, you’ve made Elyse, and to a lesser extent Jennifer, referees. That can be good, but there’s the risk of bias. If Elyse is the mother to Steve’s children, she may want to keep him happy at the expense of you two.“It’s not necessarily bad to have a referee to use. ‘Actually, it wouldn’t have bothered me one bit, if it wasn’t for Erik.’ His eyes lit up, and the smile crept back onto his lips. ‘Oh? Really?’ I rolled my eyes and couldn’t help but smile. ‘Yes, really. But I’m freakin’ married, Anders.’ I leaned back against the bench and tried to picture Erik. Guilt surged through me and I felt a little ashamed. ‘I love him. I mean, you love him too, in your way. He’s amazing. He deserves a lot better than his wife and his best friend sneaking around to fuck.