She felt betrayedand humiliated by him; the jilted wife was so hurt and only wanted tohurt him worse.Pam thought how could he done that, why did he ha...e to tell me. Tellingme made me feel so little, he should not have told me. Telling me was sowrong, he should not have told me. He told me only about one night, itwas only one night. I did not need to know about it, for it was onlyone night,The wounded couple did not talk for days and both were in a bad mood,Pam's was from anger and Carl's was. The letter ended with a brief but firm postscript that the museum in question wanted to avoid any notoriety that might come with the publication of this journal. Furthermore, with their delivery of the package to its rightful owner, the firm's obligation to any involved party was now ended.The letter raised far more questions than it answered. Who wrote the diary and when? Who donated it to the museum and how were they related to me? What museum would not want an original document from probably. I unload rope after rope of semen, I lost count after three as I’m overwhelmed. I shake like a leaf, having one of the most intense orgasms of my life. I hear faintly Akari moaning in front of me, enjoying that I’m filling her up. I close my eyes, concentrating on the feeling, on the assault, on the victory.It takes a good thirty seconds before I regain control, letting pleasure rule me, fully enjoying my reward. I open my eyes, looking down at Akari. She has regained her control, having. This from a girl who had been afraid of guns when she came here. If she's bothered about killing that merc, she is damn sure hiding it well."Di, how long will it be before Art figures out what's going on? We can only stall so long, and I will not lie to another Alpha. Hell, I'm not even sure I can. What's next? When he finds out, will he start taking his meals in his suite so he won't stress Hope by being in the kitchen with her? How will he feel when he realizes that the sight of him causes.