In a moment he’d laugh and tell me how sexy I looked and…I jumped, feeling hands settling on my hips. Rough, firm hands. I felt hot breath against... the nape of my neck. The hands travelled upward, slipping between the tree and me, cupping my tits, squeezing them hard, pinching them and twisting my nipples as I struggled, frantic to escape. I felt weight against me, pushing me into the bark, and then it was gone. I heard the soft sound of a zipper’s teeth parting. And then, the hands again, once. Jim was a great provider.I had two beautiful c***dren,a lovely detached house,and we both had high performance cars. He could cook like a chef, and he kept the garden like a Chelsea flower show winner. But he was boring.And so was my life.We had sex once a week.In our bed.Missionary position every Saturday night.Same position.Same old same old.When I once suggested we try something new in the bedroom,he suggested we leave the light on. Give me patience.And I was sick of listening to my. Peter eased his foot over the rump of his horse, and tried to step down holding on with only one hand, so he could adjust his ... problem ... with the other hand. His weight swung him toward the head of the horse and he lost his balance. His foot got caught up in the stirrup and he flailed his loose arm. His weight was too much for his other arm and it slipped off the saddle horn. He landed with a thump in the dust, flat on his back, and the air rushed from his lungs as if sucked out by some. So why were my insides trembling?After our workout, clad in only a towel, I followedGrandfather into the sauna. The room was so dimly lit, soChoked with steam, it was nearly impossible to see.Cautiously we made our way through the mist and found aVacant spot to sit. The room hummed with the low murmurs ofFinancial wizardry, most of which was well beyond myComprehension.The man sitting on my immediate right was deep in legalDebate. I took it to be a mere accident when his kneeBrushed against.