” The quiet apology could barely be heard, it was a discrete mumble. Shrugging I pulled myself from around him and reality began to set in. This man... meant nothing to me, and I would be nothing more than a notch in his belt. A story to tell the next day in the locker room. Fighting back the tears of frustration I sat up and slid my clothes back on hurriedly. Everything was off. My clothes were just a tiny bit to the wrong side, my hair was disheveled, and there were marks of what we had done. There's only one thing that matters right now, got it?" She looked over at Cal in frustration, but he told her to keep the connection open.For a few days, it looked like Cal's plans to go off to college with Cheryl might be derailed. Just the questioning and the taking and retaking of statements went on for days. Then there was the hassle over getting the side of the van repaired. The insurance company balked because the damage was intentional, and not truly an accident.Of course, the boys all. But now Oliver found the need to process what was happening at work fading when faced with his wife's bedroom eyes. His wife of 14 years was still gorgeous, with lightly tanned skin, blonde hair cut to hang just to her chin and a body kept lean and firm with a weekly spinning class and yoga three times a week. She leaned in and kissed him, a little peck on the lips. He grinned and grabbed her shoulders as she tried to back away, pulling her in close and mashing his lips hungrily to hers, in. But as time passed, the woman introduced her to some lady friends, as a cute, and submissive sex toy. It was not too bad for a while, but when she heard there were plans to include some men in 'sharing' her, she decided to run away again. She stole money from the woman, and moved to another state.She managed to do some odd jobs here and there; just enough to survive, and pay the rent of some sad room. She'd then had one female lover, but she turned out to be someone who was only experimenting..