This time I got a good look at her face, and I also noticed that her hair was quite a bit longer that it had been before. I thought it was the same gi...rl, but I certainly wasn't sure that it was.The bridge I had just crossed was only a block from the center of another little town, one situated about six miles East of where I now lived, and along the same two lane road I'd needed to find my town that first time. I found a parking place easily enough, then got out of my vehicle and quickly walked. . some guys do it. There must be a weird excitement to getting away with something.Being married to three put me at an extreme disadvantage. Your normal bigamist has wives at least across town, if not in different cities ... mine not only knew each other, they lived together. I didn't have a chance.I can see it on your face. When did Kim and Rache become wives? I haven't a clue. Evidently, they decided that between them ... nobody asked me. I went to bed with Wendy and woke up to my morning. I leaned in close, and whispered, "I want you."She turned and looked at me, surprised at my boldness. She took my hand and pulled me from the theater, to the privacy of the fire escape. She asked if I was playing a game. She asked if I was serious. I looked into her eyes and saw that my desires were not unreciprocated.I spoke with the sincerity of unalloyed desire. "I want you. I want your body. I want to touch you."We ran to the car. I drove to a quiet side road. We shared a moment, in the. I'm glad I trimmed them the other day. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. It was Madaline."How's it fit?" It's too small" I answered."Mind if I see?" She asked. I could see her strappy thick heeled shoes and pantyhose covered ankles from the space under the fitting room door. I was silent. "Hello." she giggled."Uhh sure" I said and opened the door." There was no expression of surprise at all on her face. It was as if she saw exactly what she expected to see."Yeah, that skirt's too small.".