I said, “I wasn’t serious.” “I know. You said it because you wondered if it might help. It’s the kind of thing we are good at, isn’t it?�...� “I don’t think any man wants to imagine his wife being fucked by his best friend.” “Or even see it?” Mel asked quietly. Then I remembered. We had recently watched a video called One Flew Over the Cuckold’s Nest, and that was what she was getting at. A blonde being vigorously shafted while her husband wanked and took photographs. I felt I needed to squash this. Ned arrived at Lady Jane's to collect Lia, to find a police car parked outside. He rang the bell and a minute later the door was opened by a uniformed constable. Before Ned could speak he asked:"Are you Ned Kelly?" Yes," replied a bewildered Ned. "What's going on?"The constable simply told him to come in and go to the kitchen.In the kitchen there were three people seated at the big kitchen table. There was a man in a suit, clearly a plain clothed detective, and a uniformed police woman, and. It did look much better now. How come I never noticedhow untidy it was before? I had a meal and settled down on the setteewith a gin and tonic to watch the TV. I was still wearing my housecoat,but I had untied the belt. The coat was loosely covering me but myunderwear was readily accessible. My forefinger stroked the shinystocking-top on the inside of my right leg. It was very erotic. And thestocking-top was so conveniently located where my hand could easilyreach it. I imagined myself as a. Moments later we where off to the movies in my fathers Holden Kingswood."Who are you going to the movies with?" Dad asked, trying to make conversation."Just some kids from school" I said.There was no mention of anything else or further lines of questioning from my father, he just dropped me off at the cinema and left me to it.Amy was sitting at the burger king dressed in tight black PVC pants, with her purple G-string managing to show as she was low riding her PVC pants. She had a tight white.