“And by ‘with them’ I mean, in their bed.” She had paused long enough so Linda, predictably, seized the moment to take a sip from her coke. It... came back out through her nose. “Fuck! You what?” she asked between coughs and sneezes. “I became their lover.” Now Linda’s eyes were large as saucers. It was time for the coup d’état. “My contract here was about to expire anyway, and I’m not sure they’d renew it, what with the layoffs in October. Edgar offered me a job in his company, and I’ll be moving. "Yes dear?" Was he telling the truth when he said he wouldn't hurt me?"Belle sighed and came over to sit on the bed. "He's not a bad man. He doesn't hurt innocent girls just because he can. In the morning I'll see if I can get some work for you to do, but for now, get some sleep, okay?"Alora nodded and Belles smiled, leaving the room and shutting off the light. She didn't get much sleep, only dozing off slightly before the sun began to rise and she pulled herself from under the covers to open. Jeff ruminated about the times he had brought Audrey to parks to fuck some guy in their van. Yes, that was exciting, thrilling in fact, and yet the intensity of that aspect of his cuckold fetish was nearly trivial to what he was experiencing now – even though the now, was terrifying and a bit humiliating. How would this Bermuda trip add to or detract from his relationship with his wife? Pangs of fear twisted his gut. What could it mean? Could Jeff lose his wife to Donald on the Bermuda cruise,. It was one of these early evenings, as he was pulling up to his parking spot that he almost ran Donna over. She was lying in his parking spot nestled in a pool of vomit and smelling like she hadn't showered in at least a month. Her beautiful hair had been cut very short and her skin tone was very sallow and unhealthy looking. At first, staring down at her, Jim didn't recognize her as the former love of his life. When recognition finally dawned, he ran over to Jill's house and pounded on her.