I told her that we were just talking and reassured her that nothing would happen unless she was 100% sure. This seemed to make her feel more comfortab...e. After her second glass of wine and some idle conversation I asked if I could rub her shoulders. She removed the wind breaker and I could see her tank top with the spaghetti straps.Her skin was pail white and soft to my touch. Mmmmmmmmmm was the only sound from her lips as she closed her eyes and rolled her head around. I started to kiss her. Well, not when they’re sixteen and a foot taller than everyone else. He carried himself as if he didn’t care, but I knew he did. A couple of his close friends knew, but for the most part he smiled and laughed at all the jokes; sometimes he even made them himself. “Why would you think I didn’t like Kinsey?” he frowned. I paused while looking for the pants I wanted. He was gay, but still, there was something weird about him when it came to McKinsey. The way he called her ‘Kinsey’, always running. I never want to get far from either of you.” They both looked fond. The Bell 407 is fast, and it made it from Honfleur to the Battersea helipad in a couple of hours. Mel had never been in a helicopter and so she had her moments getting into and out of it; especially with the rotor wash. Those whirling rotors can be scary.The cab ride over to the Oxford-Cambridge club was uneventful. We were both in business suits that we had put on before we left the boat. Mine was bespoke and tailored for my. We settled and sat for a moment, admiring the view before I spoke.‘Velda, I must speak to you and make confession of my behaviour over the past three years.’ I opened with, as I took both her hands off the steering yoke and held them gently in mine.‘I know, my husband,’ she replied looking deeply into my eyes with those huge blue orbs of hers, like twin water planets. ‘You have been what you believe is unfaithful to me during your time away from me and feel some guilt for doing so, especially.