We were all dressed in plain black clothes, both for theirconcealing properties and their nondescript nature.The head of the team, known simply as One..., was a distinguished man with acommanding presence. He was tall, with long, dark black hair bearing justthe slightest touch of grey, and a matching beard. He carried with him anaura of authority, suggesting he was perhaps a teacher or a politician,or even a preacher. He looked across the circle of assembled men andwomen, his piercing blue eyes. We just need to findyou a costume.... Leave that with me."The word costume caused my heart to skip a beat and suddenly my bodywas alive with expectations and images.Molly accepted that it was her mission to reignite our relationshipand over the next couple of days she did just that. The sex wasexplosive but warm and loving and she made me dress up every nighthelping me with makeup and styles. It was like my childhood andplaying with my sisters only now I was Molly's Barbie doll and sheseemed to. He felt horny and vengeful and surly. He whipped the truck around a bend... and almost ran into Brenda Tucker as she rode her stallion down the lane again.She reined the horse to one side and Mike slammed on the brakes, skidding to a halt in a cloud of dust."Gee, you oughtta be more careful," the girl said.Mike noticed how trim her crotch was, molded in those shorts and mounted bareback on the horse.He grinned and said, "Sorry."He was wondering if he could fuck the girl.Looking down from the. Several times. I was in there for a full hour, heaving and sobbing. What was going on here? I had married Michael to escape Julia and what she did to me, but I had somehow landed in the same situation all over again? Why won't my body let me stand up to him? Am I so afraid of confrontation?Finally, my stomach settled down enough for me to wash up and return to the bedroom."Well?" Michael arched his eyes at me.I stared at the ground, knowing what I had to say, but desperately not wanting to give.