She rested on the bed-head. The Brigadier lay under a blanket. She was applying wet cotton sponge on his forehead and gently massaging it with her fi...gers of one hand. Her other hand was inside his blanket. She perhaps was caressing his hairy chest to feel his fever. The Brigadier saw me. Feeling awkward, he tried to move away from my wife’s lap. I waved him to stay as he was and I sat on a sofa just adjoining the bed. I told the Brigadier, “It’s okay. You have high fever. The doctor has. Charlie mentioned it in passing and almost seemed to be checking for my reaction to the news. I was just glad that the hurt inside me didn’t show on the outside. As much as I hated the idea that someone else had her, it wasn’t like I could expect her to sit home waiting for me to come to my senses, she’d never expect it. It also showed how she felt about me and proved I needed to get over this obsession. If she felt anything that night, apart from pleasure, then she wouldn’t have started dating. She was conscious, and her eyes were wide with fear. He knew what she was thinking, and apparently, Kaneez was thinking the same thing because she quietly asked, Are you going to fuck her, My Lord? He looked up at Kaneez and was surprised to see a tear run down her cheek. He stopped behind the other, grabbed her hair, and yanked it back. Is that what you were wondering? She tried to nod, but his grip was so tight that she could barely move her head at all. He threw her head forward, and she. She was a serious shopper, she would try on about every item on every store. She tried on shirts, skirts, pants, shoes, shorts, hats, you name it. Everything look good on her. On top of that, she kept having me try on different things also, and buying me anything she tought looked good on me. We went into a sports store, and she got a few tight shorts for me to try on. I walked in to the dressing room, and she walked in right behind me and sat down. I didnt want her to see I wasnt wearing any.