’ ‘Why did you have to?’ ‘I couldn’t stay there Candice, you know that. I never fit in. I was never really…’ I caught myself and fell si...lent. ‘You were never really what?’ she pressed, her dark eyes boring into me as if intent on digging out my confession. ‘Come on, you know.’ I tried to be vague but she wasn’t having it. ‘No, I don’t know. Tell me. Explain it to me.’ ‘Why does it matter?’ I snapped back at her. I grit my teeth again and had to make a note of it so I would stop. ‘Because it. There were a couple of days that we couldn't take advantage of the sidewalk cafés or the terrace at the Ritz. But what's Paris without a little rain? Then, just a couple of days before we were to head for Toronto, the phone rang one evening about bedtime. Stacie answered."Yes, this is Mrs. Charles." She paused and then said, "Yes, please put it through." She turned to me with a serious expression. "There's a call from Aunt Charlotte." She turned her attention to the phone. "Yes, Aunt Charlotte.. Karen, would you be so kind as to fetch me a specimen cup from the cabinet over there?"Numbly, Karen complied, handing Brandee the plastic receptacle as the nurse fondled another huge black cock to life in full view of the Associate Dean of Clinical Research, plus several other leering, half-dressed athletes.Brandee spoke in a mock professorial tone, "Now, Fletcher, when you see and feel my little white hands stroking your big manly cock, what happens is your brain sends a chemical message to. "I'm sorry..." I started to say as I sat down across from Tilly."Don't be." Tilly said forcefully, cutting off my apology. "Your wife already said that she was sorry and I accepted it. What happened wasn't your fault and it wasn't ours. In fact, it was beyond our control. Your wife did say things would be different in the future. I told her that I expected it to be so and we left it at that."I kept quiet. There was no way I wanted to say another word and put my foot in it. Fortunately, I was.