Ruben seemed rather calm about what they were discussing. Ilane was not saying anything about whatever they were discussing. When the whispering ended..., I heard footsteps approaching the room. Ruben entered, and came up to me, inspecting my shoulder with a focused look on his face. It was a look I would see when he was thinking of what design to carve out of the wood. I spent the next few moments moving forward and back, lifting and moving my arm around as Ruben watched. I had not lost any range. But something always held me back. Of course, your being married didnt help. We fell in love so easily, you and I. Neither of us were looking for a complicated relationship and yet we somehow found the other compelling enough to withstand any hardship just to be together. I was not one to "date" married men but with you it never seemed that you were. At least, not before. Now it seemed that you were deeply engrossed in your marriage and your life and I somehow felt the intruder. It made me sad. Reaching down, he clutched my left breast in his hand and brutally squeezed it; not so hard as to herm me, but painfully. He pressed his palm over my nipple, rubbing it back and forth, then twisting and tweaking it with his fingers. I was astonished and angered to feel my flesh responding in spite of the situation; to feel my nipple rising and hardening even more.He grinned humourlessly as he felt her nipple pressing against her palm; they were all alike; all sluts, bitches in heat. All it took. "He left the table, went into the den and waited a few minutes before returning. "Here you are," he said as he handed the two pages to her with Ray's on top and his reply underneath.Brooke starting reading, then she gasped, brought her hand to her mouth, her eyes widened and she blushed in obvious embarrassment. She glanced at her husband, then quickly looked down and continued reading. When she finished with Ray's e-mail, she read Scott's then handed both pages back to him without saying.