It turned out that I was to watch Molly that day. Molly was one of Mistress Raven’s best girls, and the men loved to come to see her. I sat up on my... knees, which allowed me to see the bed fairly well. Molly soon came in with her fellow right behind her. The man was grabbing and pinching her ass and Molly would giggle and then slap at his hand lightly, but then she would let him keep doing it. Things were about to happen that I had never witnessed before, and I was definitely going to be. It was still as wet as ever, and westarted kissing. She was the first to pull back. “Iguess I’d better go see if he’s still inside, you waithere and if I’m not back in 5 minutes… go home. AndI’ll see you there…I waited… she didn’t come back in five minutes. Idrove home, parking in front of the neighbor’s house sothat my drive looked empty, and went inside the house,all the time with visions of what must be going on backat the bar in. Are you sure you don’t mind?’ ‘Not at all,’ Dalton replied. He didn’t really want to go home and deal with Angela, and his partner was on call for him, so he had no commitments for the evening. Together they managed to get Byron into his car. The big man was almost totally limp, and only vaguely aware he was being moved. ‘What are you going to do with him when you get home?’ Dalton asked. ‘I’ll manage somehow,’ Sharon said. Actually, she had been considering letting the big jerk sleep it off in. One night, a guy wanted to chat in private. I reluctantly shared my email address and we chatted ever night for a week, mostly about sex, but also the deteriorating state of both of our marriages. I longed for the time that Dan and I spent chatting. It was remarkable therapy for both of us. I had started to develop an emotional attachment to this man. I had told him the most intimate details of my life, but I had never even met him. I didn't even know his full name or what he looked like..