Four of them excitedly said yes. The fifth said he already had a hook-up arranged for that night but he wanted to stay in touch to get together some o...her time. Now I had a dilemma and as I thought about what to do, I could feel my fluids dripping down the inside of my thigh as I thought about it. I got my nerve up and said yes to all four of them. I did not sleep that night. I lay in bed thinking about what I was getting myself into and wondering if I should back out. As the morning sun came. She looked at her photos of Tom. She remembered the fantasy he had told her about last week. He had told her in detail how wanted to find her when he got home. She decided to give him what he wanted once more. She sent a text back to her husband, “I will be waiting on the bed.” She had used exactly the words he had, and knew he would know what to expect. She took off her clothes and put them away. She took her new lingerie out of the drawer. It was red and small. She put on the string. It just. "Ah! That goes a long way to explain this weird conversation."There followed the usual conversation between people who knew of each other through mutual friends but were meeting for the first time. I sat back with my coffee and listened. A few minutes later, Terry, brought her coffee and sat next to me; it seemed that we were the two excluded from the conversation.She started to apologise again, but I stopped her midstream, explaining that I too owed her an apology for my overreaction. She. . okay, I know your secret, nowyou're going to know mine, and you never tell anyone this." He nodded."I'm bi. Bisexual. So when you told her that, you might have made herstart looking for signs of it, and do you know what the hell she'll doif she ever finds out?" He fumbled for an answer. "You don't know.Neither do I. If you actually do care about me, you'll keep that secretand I mean secret. Also, why did you say all that shit about girlsearlier?" All of that was just bait so you'd take the.