This guy is completely obsessed with her, all innocent and pure like she was. She hears the Music and changes into what she is now, the woman she secr...tly wanted to be, and now the mystery lover doesn't want anything more to do with her." Right," Tiffany said."Do you have a name for me, Tiff?" Grace asked.Tiffany closed her eyes. "I think so. Aaron something. Aaron... Kenner? Kensit?" Aaron Kendall?" Grace supplied."Yeah," Tiffany said brightly. "How did you know?"Grace smiled a winsome, sly. But, because of my job I am very busy which helps keep my weight from ballooning.I married my high school sweetheart and yeah, I would agree that was probably the biggest mistake I ever made. If only I still didn't love the bitch. My wife Ann, formerly Ann Patricia Pryell, also of Suffolk County, Virginia, wasn't a cheerleader or homecoming queen. She was an athlete like me, short, compact and a fireball. Volleyball was her sport of choice. I mouthed off to her once during our Senior Year about. “You take him into the emergency room and I’ll wait in the Jeep.” “Christ”, thought Jack, “this is just what I need right now”. “I can’t believe he got the best of both of us”, he said out loud. “I’m not just going to take this and walk away. I’m going to get him somehow.” “Why don’t you leave it alone?” said Molly. You guys could be in jail right now, you should be relieved”. Jack was silent, lost in thought, and seething in hatred. Linda made lunch while Brad sat with his. No, our husbands know nothing about these trips, this is a secret just between us girls. Our husbands think we are just doing some kind of girls week out, going shopping, and going to the spa, and we do that, we just try to get as much strange dick as we can in between. You know, get in touch with our inner slut. If my husband knew that on this trip two years ago I fucked 12 guys in one week I would not be married. Jana and I arrived at our room, Mari and Shelly were already there. We rented a.