I see his handsome face, his hairy chest, and his long hard cock. While I heat water for tea, I takes my cell phone from my purse and punch in Tom’s...number even though it’s late. The phone rings until I hear the familiar answering machine. “Damn, and G od Damn,” I say aloud. Upset and frustrated, I pour hot water over a Lipton tea bag, and sit watching the steam rise from the cup as the tea steeps. As I remove the bag from the cup my cell rings. I answer, “Hello” “Mrs. Speakman, I’m sorry I. " She confessed as she walked over to me.I rested down on my knees as she pushed me aside to look for herself."Hm, seems all my nice thongs are in the wash.." She told pausing to think."Shall I get them out the wash for you?" I asked."Actually no," she replied, "I got a much better idea." She smiled at me with a playful look on her face, about to reveal her thoughts to me."YOU'RE going to be my knickers for the day!" She giggled."Er.. Ok Mistress." I replied, wondering what that entails."Come. "Fond memories. My parents used to come out here to get away from all the city hassle." But my wife doesn't like it here, he mused to himself. No shopping. No neighbors. The last thing she would want is to be alone with me. "My grandfather built this cottage about a hundred years ago. I like to take care of it. For him." I'm sure he would appreciate that, Donald. The tag is sticking up on your T-shirt. It looks geeky." She tucked it in from behind as she pressed up against his backside gently.. " Have you ever met you? If you had, you'd know that was absurd. You're not capable of that. That was just a typical male thing to say: logical but ridiculous."#3: "Ahh, honey, should we be part of that conversation? I'm scared of it, but I want to be there if Carol's fate is being decided. I REALLY don't want to lose her, for lots of reasons, not just my being greedy." You can't lose her; she's your wife. I know it wasn't a legal marriage, but no one doubts the strength of her commitment to.