My one war was pressed into the seat, my other ear was being sat on by about 100 lbs. worth of -- I think -- Diane, and all I could see facing forward...was the back of her jean clad legs. I could feel their bodies vibrate whenever they talked or giggled, but it was hard to make out what they were saying.After several minutes, It was starting to become uncomfortable. I couldn't move, and it took all my strength to breathe in against the weight on my chest.I figured they were all going to get up. I can change it. You don't know how to do that yet, do you? But I can. I can make that accident never happen."I was losing my mind. "Shut up!" I screamed at him. "You can't, you can't, don't say—" It's all just numbers," he yelled. "You hear me? Numbers! I can write a new set of numbers over reality, and she's alive!" Shut up!" I didn't recognize my own voice screaming. "She's dead, she's dead, she's dead!"I took a deep shuddering breath. He was baiting me. I knew that he was baiting me, and I. I have toconfess I watched every video they made of you. I get off on watchingdominant guys fucking feminine pretty guys. The camera loves you by theway. I've never been more turned on in my life by watching them tag teamyou at last week's track meet."Tanner just had a blank stare on his face. He didn't know what to think.But the knowledge that Bridget got off on watching him get fucked had himhard. Not only that she enjoyed it, but that it turned her on more thananything else that she had. Pulling her towards him, he stood up and wrapped his arms around her. As they stood looking into the eyes of the other, they both knew without speaking that they could save their marriage. There was love and hope in both of them and a little bit of that old passion flickered. “Do you love me?” Laura repeated. “I need to know, Brady. You’ve been so distant and closed off with me lately, what’s going on?” As he stood there, his eyes seemed to glaze over in thought, but his hands began to rub her.