I could see this new technique was having an effect on Mom. She stopped laughing at Sue, closing her eyes and leaning back some. Besides the blouse, s...he had on a button-front khaki skirt and high-heeled sandals. Reaching over, I undid most of the buttons on her skirt, and she slumped down some more, spreading her legs open as she did. Sue leaned farther forward and moved her hand down between Mom’s legs. That did it. Mom kicked off the sandals and unbuckled her seat belt, then crawled back. About midway through morning recess, in the principal's office sat the sorriest sight she'd seen in awhile. She struggled to keep a straight face as she looked at the two bedraggled Grade 3 students muddying up her office floor."Now then, how did this start?" she said, trying to strike a balance between gentle and firm. It didn't help that she wanted to double over laughing."He pushed me," explained Theresa, while at the same time Josh pointed back and complained, "She teased me." He pushed me. I would love to shag her just for the fun of it. The thing is my wife would be OK with that. We are in an open relationship and are OK with each other getting around. Her only rule was that we need to be able to love each other and simulate each other mentally and sexually. All the experts say that open relationships dont last but we just celebrated our tenth anniversary and our relationship was stronger than ever. I hurried to get dressed and to gather my stuff. We kissed goodbye and my wife. I really do love him."Yes you will," I said calmly, reasonably. "It's worse now. This past weekend ... well, it's worse now. You can't love me now. You love who I was. I think she's gone now. They killed her."He held me close and said, "I know about this weekend. Well, I know about most of it. I don't care. I already learned my lesson. I know you were hurt, badly. You have been damaged mentally and physically. We'll work at it. You'll get better. We'll get better. I won't let you go again."I.