"Two can play that game. You are going to sit here and watch while your wife fucks another man!"Brian's face turned red and his eyes bulged. He strain...ed against the handcuffs as he yelled at her, "You're not going to fuck a nigger!"Erin just smiled as she moved next to James. Placing her arms around his neck she drew his face down to hers. As their lips met, Brian screamed out in anger as he started struggling even harder against his bonds. The chair tottered as he struggled and then he fell. Actually he was doing things with his other hand under the table, which shall be discussed shortly. In the meantime, he placed the fork on the edge of the plate and carefully slid the strawberry off it. Time for that later. He scooped up a big dollop of whipped cream, looked around to see if anybody was spying on them, them ducked the fork under the table for a second or two. The fork came up more or less clean, the cream transferred to his index and middle fingers. David ate another piece. I'm pretty sure I was still in shock at this point. Yes, I was in shock. It was how I was still functioning.But no sooner had I gotten inside, but I dropped the suitcase and collapsed to my knees. The depths of what had happened finally, FINALLY sank into my shock addled brain. I had compartmentalized it as long as I could, but now it all came bursting out of my mental compartment and out of my eyes. Great wracking sobs shook my body as the tears flowed freely, and I felt two long female arms. ” He looked at her queerly and there was a silence, if only for a moment, that threatened to become even more uncomfortable. “That’s so crazy, though! I can’t believe we live so close to each other!” She offered quickly, then looked up to find his eyes searching hers…what is he looking for? He was looking for a spark--some indication that love and longing still lived in her heart, perhaps, as it did his. Seeing her again, he immediately knew that the loss he’d always felt panging at his.