"What has she done that's so wrong?" he asked quietly. "I know what she did, and how it upset you, but... haven't I done far worse, and you still talk...with me... still respect me?"I nodded. I knew he was right, and wanted to tell him so."Sure. But... I thought Heather and I had something different, and I just felt so betrayed. I want to tell her, I really do. But she left, and I don't know where to find her." I sighed miserably, sitting back into the chair in front of Dr. B's desk, looking at. So how did things get to this point you may ask?Perhaps a brief overview of my seventeen-year marriage may clear things up for you a bit.Dec. 1979I met Wendy through a buddy of mine who was dating her roommate and we really hit it off. I remember taking a trip to Monterey for Christmas along with a guy who lived across the hall from me. We also worked together at Intel.When I got back there was a note nailed to my door asking me to call and complaining of a lack of hugs, kisses and hot sex.. They had not seen each other since the Christmas holidays and had a lot of catching up to do. "So, how's your love life?" inquired Karla. "The last time we were together you weren't seeing anyone and seemed resigned to a celibate existence. Is that still the case? All work and no play makes Carol a dull sister!" she teased. "No, thank heavens! My life has changed, and much for the better. I've been dating a guy I met at a Christmas party. I think I'm in. This had been practically religious for the Los Angeles native and the idea of cleansing herself of any of that, even the more sweaty and gross parts, seemed like she was ridding herself of those memories. Especially if this was to be the last time.Remaining silent, despite her fears and feelings, the beautiful teen reached into the shower with her free hand and got it going, steaming hot water flowing through as she pulled back the curtain. Her wobbly legs needed a little extra support from.