." I didn't want to say it, for fear of getting a glass of wine in my face, as if I hadn't said too much already."A hundred dollars," Valentine whispe...red, so close that I could feel his sweet breath on my face. His hand found my crotch and his fingers seemed to stroke my clit, his fingertips pressing down just enough. "I'll help you forget him for a little while."I knew there were prostitutes in town. I mean, I'd heard they were out there, but I always imagined them standing on the corner,. . I didn't want to ask her. I also knew Amy wasn't going to be my alibi if I was ever found out. She didn't want to know who I was seeing. She didn't want the details. It was an open secret between us and I respected that and I went out of the way to protect her from my affairs. We made no mention of what I was doing and I came home every night the way a good husband should. That was what Amy wanted in return for her love.Amy had blackmailed me into marriage, if you wanted to get technical. I must say the attention I received was most enjoyable, as I recounted the battle as I had seen it, and gave my considered assessment on the tactics and stratagems deployed. It is no wonder that constant adulation by people, enthralled by your every word, will turn even the most modest of persons into a self-centred egoist, and I took back some of my dislike of Shelley.Eventually my tales of cavalry charges and cannon fire palled, and the assemblage began to drift away to listen to Shelly. He was like me. They were only doing normal sex things when one day they watched some pornos to get ideas on how to spice up their sex lives when one of them fancied Jeanette. Since then Jeanette has told Sam to do whatever deranged thing he could think of so their sex would be amazing. At first Sam was reluctant to do anything but lately he has broadened what he was willing to do. For all I knew Jeanette told Sam that she wanted to eat a girl out in public but was too scared to do was unless.