’ She pulled back just enough to look up at his face with serious green eyes. ‘I didn’t mean to say you weren’t…. I heard you washing up and...looked at the clock – I couldn’t believe I’d gone and fallen asleep, waiting. I’m sorry.’ ‘Don’t be sorry.’ Her shaking fingers traced his jaw. ‘You look all in. Are you hungry? I baked bread this morning, and a pie that turned out not so bad as usual.’ His fingertips on her lips stopped her babbling. ‘They’re never bad. Hush, now. You’re wound up. And it would be something of a relief to devote herself fully to one man, to the husband she loved.In retrospect she could hardly believe how easy it had been to keep Roger in the dark about what she was doing. She imagined it must be because her two worlds remained so separate: Tom had her once a week, for an hour, in her locked office at school. They never met any other time, never spoke on the phone. When she was away from work she could be the same loving wife she'd always been, give Roger. It had been closed court after the original case. Several people had made it known that if they could get at her, she would never have to worry about prison.Thoughts of Fiona still crept up on me. Theodore's memories weren't going to go away any more than my powers would. And there were still nights when I would wake up thinking Fiona was laying next to me. I would have to clear my eyes and take a good look at the woman lying next to me to realize that she was not Fiona.I never told any of my. .. she would never agree to having her sisters husband. For her, that would be cheating at it's worst. So the whole thing was done blindfolded and in silence. It wasn't the first time she had been blindfolded for sex, as I love that scenario and it's a fantasy of many guys. She also loves it. So as risky as it was, we did it and it was a huge turn on for Gareth ( who couldn't believe his luck) and for me. Our weekly squash sessions continued, and in the pub after Gareth would always bring the.