I couldn’t think of what I could say that would save our marriage and so I said just that to her. ‘Is there nothing I can say that will save our m...arriage?’ I asked quietly. She looked up at me and I could see tears forming in her eyes. ‘I’m sorry, Geoff. I’ve made up my mind.’ And that was the end of it. I picked up my car keys and walked out of the house without a word. Chapter Three: More Shit, Different Day The next months were the worst of my life and they turned me into what I am today,. (Please read part 1: My First Time with “T”) As I mentioned in part 1, I didn’t think our relationship would last. She had been in a s*******n year relationship, all of her adult life, and a little longer than that really. Separated for a year when we met, and I was the first guy she dated and slept with since her separation. I said as much to T, but she didn’t care. She didn’t want to “Date around”, she wanted to see where our relationship went and she didn’t want me dating other women either. Why wouldn’t he this was not the woman he was used to. He immediately took me into his arms but I pushed away licking my finger putting it to his lips and whispered shhh. I walked him to a chair and told him to sit down. I had contemplated staying anonymous to him but opted to allow him to see me the way I has dressed for him and the painful lust in my eyes. I turned on the music that was Hauntingly sexual and made me move the way I wanted to for him. I approached home. Her soft pale skin was not as resilient as Sophie’s and her palms showed the vivid marks from the tawse tails with blood blisters where they overlapped. Sophie hugged her and rubbed her back until the sobbing abated. Sophie fetched some moisturizing cream from the bathroom and gently massaged it into Pippa’s bruised hands. “Let’s go up to the bedroom so I can check your bottom.” Without a word, both girls went upstairs. Sophie removed the duvet and Pippa removed her jersey and skirt before.