I hopped in the bath and shook my head to knock some common sense into me. It was entirely unacceptable for me to go there. If my husband did not want...me any more because I was no longer young, and my body showed the transformation baring our children had forced, then I didn’t want him. And it didn’t make any sense. Peter wasn’t like that. But then I didn’t think it was like him to take a lover either. And a younger lover! I was glad to be in the hot bath. The water floating about me was. We had to sit a minute after we stopped to straighten our clothes. I took them into the first jeweler we came to, and dropped about a grand U.S. on them, knowing they’d return it for the money, minus a twenty-five percent fee handling fee, before I got back to the villa. It was the thought that counted. I found him on the patio, his laptop humming, notepads scattered everywhere. He wasn’t working, just lying on a lounger, soaking up the sun, wearing an expensive pair of sunglasses and nothing. But a pretty little thing like youdeserves a nicer name than Jack. How about Jackie? No, even better:Jacqueline. A perfect name for a delicate thing like you." But that's what I'm trying to tell you. This is all wrong. This isn'twhat I wished for. This isn't me. I'm a guy named Jack, and--"The riding crop snapped again. This time it struck Jack just above thewaist, where his midriff was exposed. It stung sharply, and he whimperedslightly, but in truth, the shock took the worst pain out. Then I realized how good of a thing this was, time to follow through with our “deal”.Back at his grandma’s I learned we would be sleeping on the living room floor. Dammit! That wouldn’t work! I quickly convinced Mike to talk to his dad about letting us sleep in back of his Ford Explorer, and he actually agreed. This would be perfect! As we settled in and began to start our normal beating off before bed, I reminded him of our deal. Mike was very hesitant. “Are you being serious man?” I.