"Why are you mad?" Do you think I fuck around all the time?" She was mad."No." You do. Fuck you." Athena..." I'm not Athena!" She screamed, trying to ...get away from me. "Let me go!" I released her. She started to dress. I went to her, but she didn't look at me. I knew she was ready to break into tears, but she would wait until I was far away. I held her again, forcing her to look at me."What? Are you going to rape me now?"I did something else. I caressed her face lightly and hugged her, my arms. In one of their frequent phone conversations, Darlene lamented to Cheryl that her progress with Hal in bed had ground to a halt after distressingly little progress.Once the ice had been broken, Darlene was completely open with her daughter about the most intimate details. It was partly an acknowledgment that Cheryl was the experienced one and partly just a celebration of having another woman with whom to share at that level for the first time in Darlene's life.As always, the news hit Cheryl. Though he recognized the woman walking with Stacy from the video calls, there was something not quite the same about her or how Stacy had described her.Wendy had hair that went past her shoulder and was straight and shiny with a lot of volume. It was brown in color. Her face was slightly round and her cheeks were full. She had red lipstick on and wore a permanent frown as she looked down at her heeled feet on her up the driveway.She had on a grey skirt suit that looked a little stretched over. "Okay," she agreed slightly reluctantly.With the bathroom light switched on temporarily, she screwed her eyes up against the harsh glare. Two of the complimentary glasses were filled with lukewarm tap water and she switched the light off in relief. Unfortunately it left her blind in the pitch dark.Struggling to see where she was going, she stubbed her toe on the edge of the wardrobe with a muffled yelp."You okay?" asked Rick with a muffled snort of laughter."Yes, just fucking marvellous!" She.