He arrived home early the next morning, worn out with the all-night flight, jet-lag, and grief. Wearily, James shuffled up the front steps, suitcase h...anging loosely on limp fingers and pressed the doorbell. He didn't have the energy to try the door.As he stood there, James could have sworn that he heard a dull, throbbing thump emanating from the house. It was rather rythmic, sort of like dance music. He put it down to the migrane that had his skull in a rather vicious vice-grip, and waited.When. Now I was sure she was washing off evidence, and she'd explain away any bruises by her "fall."The next day, Willy put in a special request chit for a duty swap on Saturday, four days away and my next duty day as well. Nothing unusual about that - you remember, guys did it all the time to get long weekends. I approved it without a second thought about Willy. I DID have second thoughts, but about myself. I put in my own chit with the Div-O after finding someone to swap with. (In my case, I. Same drive home, same kiss, same grope, same question, same answer. That time I had managed to get my hand on her tit, but she had gently pushed it away, although still kissing back. I would have insisted, but I didn't want to jeopardize my job. Bitch. Same relief through masturbation; that time I used a paper napkin.I had owned the house for about four years. It was way out in the country, heavily wooded, with no neighbors. When I had first seen it, I asked about that room and was told that a. This floor was reserved for couples only; no singles allowed. The atmosphere is subdued and elegant with small niches of divans and tables strategically placed through the room so as to give privacy to the occupants. The lighting is subdued and the air is scented with the intoxicating smell of lavender.A few of the couples present look at us with lust and a spark in their eyes. I feel my temperature which was already very high rise another notch.We sat down in one of the alcove and realized.