Remind myself that I was married to my best friend. ‘No, I need a minute. This… humidity, right? I’m not used to it. How’s your heart?’ He ...wrapped his strong fingers around my wrist, as if checking my pulse rate. I made a half-assed attempt to pull my hand away. ‘My heart’s fine, thanks.’ I wanted to tell him to stop with the not-so-innocent little touches, but a part of me really didn’t want him to stop. He slid his fingers up my arm, across my shoulder and rested them on my neck, just under. Her house was a compromise in their affair. When Emily ended it, Ulysses was relieved thered be no more sneaking around. The next day Emilys guilt turned to something else. She asked herself why Randy changed. She wondered if he felt guilt for something. Perhaps it was her own paranoia creeping in. Perhaps she felt the need to justify her actions. Maybe he was having an affair. She would use this to justify going back to Ulysses. If she caught him in the act, then she could end it and have her. Certainly, in this instance, she had not been since she had gone along with everything so far even if she seemed reluctant at first.Perhaps the demonstration of intercourse had shifted her libido up so many notches that she could not help herself. She was, after all, 14 years old and should have been feeling all the same pubescent cravings as any other girl her age. Her younger 12 year old sister, Sonja, had already sneaked into my sofa bed and lost her virginity last night (at least I thought. "This plague is all your fault!" I heard, and then after I pushed past my stunned girlfriend and was almost running down the hall to where a sixty year old asshole stood over a young Asian woman crying on her knees, her groceries spilled all over the floor around her as she must have just come back for shopping. He raised his fist again, but in a blur of speed that felt like a comic book instead of real life, I was there to catch his first before he could strike her again."It takes a big.