Bernadette had been followed by a young man wearing a loincloth. He looked like one of those boys you find singing in a teenage band. The man's black ...air was short, but stood up in an untold number of small spikes and he had a bored expression as he stood waiting.The woman behind the other officer was a truly spectacular blond. If her look was natural, she probably matched Lindsay for beauty. Her hair was in a ponytail that fell down to touch the top of the thong panties she was wearing. The. She was still in college and the years of her life so far had been full of struggles. She was orphaned when she was nine and had come to live with her uncle who had little money and a heavy alcohol habit that took what little they did have. For the second time her delicate fingers lifted and pressed the bell as she shivered and dripped. She could hear laughter somewhere inside, and was tempted by the notion that he was watching her, amused by her shame and her discomfort in the pouring rain. . He took me to his flat and I could feel the excitement rising, I was already wet with anticipation; before I’d even walked through the door. Petrified. We walked up the stairs, his hand on the small of my back. His bed dominated the room, whether it was that big or it was just in my mind I couldn’t tell. He came up behind me and slowly pulled my top over my head. Following suit I took off my skirt as he undressed. And then he kissed me. He took my breath away. We fell noiselessly onto the bed. I felt betrayed. I had invested 30 years in our relationship, 26 years on a marriage, all the while hearing from her how important our vows were, how jealous she'd be if I cheated, how I was everything to her, her entire world.My mind raced through all of the "should haves." I should have taken a pass on marriage. I should have read the sexual signs sooner. I should have gone out for some extra-curricular fun while I was young. I should have dated girls for their big tits and adeptness at blow.