It wasn’t that I didn’t love my wife, I did, and I had never cheated on her. I didn’t actually believe that she had ever cheated on me, either. ...n almost every way, Amanda was a perfect wife. She kept an immaculate house. She was a wonderful cook, and an absolutely outstanding mother to our children. She had a sense of personal style that made me proud to be seen with her in public, and that style extended to our home, where her eye for decorating made our house one of those places that the. I remember what I said though, very very awkward. I know I began with a 'Hello' and a 'Well', this is me which sounds straight out of an awkward movie script. I distinctly remember touching my ponytail, which randomly brought me mind something I read while lovesick (something like 10 Ways To Tell If She Likes You), that girls preen themselves when interested in a guy. I caught myself there and stopped, then immediately did an eye roll to myself - who was I kidding of course I was. He on the. Talk about a public nightmare. This was nothing a woman her age should ever wear, especially in the mall. This wasn't a club after all. We walked towards the doors to the mall, and all I could think was that I'd just shrivel up and cry if any of my friends were to see me with her!Once we were inside, it was even worse. All sorts of guys were leering at her, and I could see their eyes making rude comments. She looked like a cheap whore, stuffed into my skimpy little skirt like she was. When Tina. But the camera first.” Almost like waking from a dream, I raise the camera and begin to shoot. The flash is too bright so I turn on the two bedside lamps which cast a soft glow, full of shadows, across the bed and across the curves of your body. You move about on the bed, posing, at times stretched languidly, full length along the bed, at other times, hugging your knees. Your eyes never leave the camera lens yet your expression changes from saucy to sultry to playful to ‘come-fuck-me’. The.