110 comments/ 87576 views/ 75 favorites Innocent Text Messages Pt. 01 By: javmor79 This is my first story. I know that this is a tough crowd to please, so I am expecting a fair amount of feedback that may not be pleasant. I will say that this story is loosely based on a situation that a friend of mine found himself in. Constructive comments are always welcome. Stupid ones that add no advice on ways to get better will be ignored. There is no sex. This is the first chapter, so let me know what you think. Brian: U should've cum over my apt 2day. Selene: U know I can't do that. Brian: Y not? Selene: Bcuz my husband would wonder where I am Brian: Make up an excuse Selene: Y would I take that risk? What would be worth trouble? Brian: The best sex U ever had Selene: U R pretty sure of yourself. I wonder if it's all talk Brian: Only 1 way 2 find out I can't even begin to describe the feelings that whirled around in my stomach after reading those texts. The English language does not contain enough words to even come close describing the tsunami of pain, anger, and emasculating torture that comes with the knowledge that the woman that you love desires another man. The tidal wave crashed my beach and left my soul desolate. I felt hollow, like something had been ripped from my chest. As I sat there on the bed holding my wife's phone, my hands started to tremble. I hadn't realized that tears had welled up in my eyes until they started to fall down my face. I sat there frozen, unable to will my body to move. I don't know how long I sat there, because time became distorted. My marriage had flashed in front of my eyes. My daughters' births, all of the anniversaries, the birthdays, Christmas, Valentine's day, all of those days in the 10 years that I'd spent my life married to Selene flashed before me in a span of seconds. I heard the shower water stop running in the bathroom that was attached to my master bedroom. Time once again resumed as I was brought back to the present. Just on the other side of that door I saw my wife toweling the water off of her body in my mind's eye. Normally, that thought alone would have me harder than Jeopardy clues, but at the moment my lust had been eroded. I knew that I had a good 5 minutes to collect myself and process what I just witnessed. Tonight started off like every other night. I came home from work at 5:30 pm like I always do. Selene (my "loving" wife) wasn't home yet. This didn't set off any alarm bells or anything. She usually doesn't get home from the hospital until about 7ish. I walked in my house through the side door that led to the kitchen. I went to the refrigerator, grabbed a soda, popped it, and proceeded to the living room while enjoying that wonderful fizz that tingles the throat. My niece, who was 15, was talking on her cell phone while absently surfing though the channels. Chelsea is the only child of my older sister. She is a really good kid. She has that typical attitude that teenagers have once they realize that they know more about life than their parents do. Other than that, she's great. She doesn't do drugs, drink, and she doesn't feel it is her obligation to cure every hard on in the neighborhood. I observed her as I came in. She was very animated and excited as she spoke into her phone. That all changed when she saw me. Suddenly, everything was hush hush. She whispered quickly that she had to go and ended her phone call. I laughed to myself as I realized that I may have walked in on one of her "top secret phone conversations". The way she and her friends talk on the phone in whispered tones, you would think that they were government spies involved in espionage. For some reason teenagers think we actually care who kissed whom under the bleachers because she is a total slut. "Hey Chels! Where are the girls?" I asked her. Before she could answer, I heard a loud rumbling overhead as a pair of little footsteps came tearing down the stairs. Once at the bottom, a little girl launched herself in the air at me, having complete faith that she would not hit the ground. "Daddyyyyyyy!" My youngest Gabrielle screamed as I caught her and scooped her up. She hit my cheek with a couple of pecks from her small lips and wrapped her arms around my neck. I knew the next words that were going to come out of her mouth before she even said them. It was the same words that she always said to me when I first get home. "I'm hungry." My oldest daughter, Cassandra, quietly walked down the stairs and shuffled over to me before she wrapped her arms around my leg. "Hey Daddy" she said softly. Though she wasn't as flagrant as Gaby was, I could tell that my Cassy missed me too. It's funny how they are so completely different. I gave Chelsea the okay nod that let her know that she could go home now. I slipped her the money I owed her for the week and thanked her. "Bye Uncle Tony." She said as she kissed me on the cheek. My older sister only lived a block away, so I didn't have to drive Chelsea home. I heard the side door close and I knew that she was gone. I didn't feel like cooking, so I ordered two pizzas. The girls ate greedily and went about the rest of their evening. When Selene walked in the house at 7, I was sitting on the couch in front of the TV and working on my laptop. I guess worked on my laptop may be stretch (unless you call Candy Crush hard work). She walked in, gave me the standard "hello" kiss, kicked off her shoes, and sat next to me. I moved my laptop to the side, grabbed her feet, and massaged them as we engaged in the light conversation about our days. After about 10 minutes of that, she disappeared into the kitchen to claim her slices of pizza. Sounds like a normal night, right? It was. Just like every night that preceded it. This was our comfortable routine. The rest of the night remained the status quo until the girls were in bed and Selene was in the shower. I heard her phone buzzing on the night stand and the chime that indicated that she had a text message. Without thinking, I grabbed the phone in mild curiosity. I figured it was probably her sister or one of her friends. Imagine my surprise when I saw a picture of a guy's rock hard dick and the words "This is what u missed out on". After a recovering from the punch to my gut, I went through the rest of the texts from this number, who was in her contact list as Brian. The ones that I mentioned in the beginning were the ones from earlier today. By the time stamp, it looked like these texts were being passed back and forth as she was driving home from work. Those were the latest ones, but there were many, many more. Her phone holds a capacity of 200 texts for a conversation. Their conversations filled that 200 limit, and they only dated back a week. It was obvious that these two texted each other often. Their comfort level indicates that they have been doing it for quite a while. Going through the texts from the past week, I was beginning to see that this sexual banter was the norm in their conversation. I couldn't fully read all of them (there were 200), but one other conversation stood out to me. The texts from a couple of days ago, and went like this: Brian: It was hard watching u walk away from me when you left the cafe Selene: I know it was hard. I could see that. Brian: Could u really see it Selene: Of course I could. U can't hide something that big! ;) Brian: U could hide it Selene: U r sooooo bad! I sat there trying to gather my wits about me and jump start my brain into thinking clearly. I only had a few minutes left to process this. When that bathroom door opens, the rest of my life, my marriage, hell, my sanity, depends on what the fuck comes out of that bitch's mouth. The door opened and Selene came out. The steam that filled that bathroom made it seem like she was just a dream. She had one of my T-shirts on and some cotton panties. For a second, I forgot about the texts messages. I swear to God that Nike should pay her for making their T-shirt look that good. She nonchalantly walked toward the bed. I don't know if I just emitted anger or what, but something made her stop. Her eyes got big and her face took on a look of horror. Her mouth was hanging open in a state of shock. I realized that she wasn't looking at my face. She was looking at my hands. More specifically, she was looking at her phone in my hands. We sat there in grim silence as the reality of our situation settled in the room. She knew that I knew. Neither of us spoke. I looked into her eyes and I saw them darting from the phone to my face. There was no mistaking what was on my mind. Since she wasn't going to say anything, I decided to start this off. I just dove right in with the most obvious question. "Selene, who's Brian?" The question came out in a surprisingly clear, even tone. I even sounded calm. It was an exact contradiction to what I felt though. It hung in the air as her lips trembled. "Ummm, he's just a guy that I work with. Why?" Why? Did this bitch really just ask why? Now, on top of being hurt, my intelligence was insulted. "Why the fuck do you think Selene?" I spat at her. The calmness was gone, replaced by a voice filled with mirth and venom. I wasn't exactly yelling, but the harsh tone let her know that the ice she was on was paper thin. "He's nobody special. He's just a nurse that works with me." She still hadn't moved from her spot. She stood frigid and stiff. Her face told me what was going on inside of her. It told me of her fear and guilt. I scoffed at that. "Nobody special." I repeated sarcastically. I stood up and paced around the room with the phone in my hand. Nobody special. As I paced back and forth I felt the rage well up inside of me. It was bubbling up from my belly. I could feel it coming up into my throat, like puke. It was white hot, and it began to consume me. Finally, before I knew what I was doing, I threw the phone with all of my might in her direction. I wasn't trying to hit her. I swear to God I wasn't. I didn't intend throw the phone at her. Well...maybe subconsciously I did. I was pretty pissed. Luckily for the both of us, it sailed past her and hit the wall behind her. When it finally landed on the floor, it was in three pieces. She looked back at her broken phone and then turned to me. For the first time in our lives, she looked at me with genuine fear. "B-baby. You need to calm down. Tony, we need to talk before you do something we both will regret." She said in a pleading voice as she held out her hands in front of her. She slowly backed away from me. She looked like the kid who is about to get a spanking pleading his case. "Selene, you better stop fucking lying to me and start talking. Who-the-fuck-is-BRIAN?!" I asked again. I emphasized every word of the question as I closed the space between us. By the time I spit out his name, I was yelling. She shrank back in fear and burst out into loud sobs. I didn't reach out to comfort her. I just sat there, glaring at her and waiting for an answer. If she was afraid of me, then she's a lot smarter than she was when she sent those texts to that asshole. "I-I'm not lying!" She said in between gasps. "H-He's a nurse that works with me on my floor." I did notice that she conveniently chose to exclude the "Nobody Special" statement from her answer. I took a step back and sat on the bed. I had to get control of this. I was shaking with rage. There was no way I would get answers like this. I took at breath, closed my eyes, and pinched the bridge of my nose with my thumb and my finger. I heard Selene still crying in the background. I gathered my emotions and regained control of this conversation. After a few seconds, I decided to try a different approach. "Are you fucking him?" I asked. My voice was once again even. It took her a few seconds for her to stop crying when she heard the question. She looked at me with eyes full of tears as the words sunk in. Then, I saw her face turn into one of disbelief. "OMIGOD! NO I'M NOT FUCKING HIM!" The words spilled out of her mouth with disgust, like they tasted bad. She actually had the nerve to look at me incredulously, like I was completely absurd for asking her that. I studied her reaction. She appeared genuinely shocked by my question. I'm not going to lie. A feeling of relief swept through me. I actually believed her. There is no way she could fake that initial reaction to a direct question. Selene is a very smart woman, but not that good of an actress. Besides, the text "Only 1 way 2 find out" indicated that they hadn't actually fucked. Her reaction bought me over on that ONE point. But there was no way she was getting off of the hook that easily. "Then explain the text messages that I just finished reading." Once again, the guilt was back in her face. "Me and Brian...we just flirt sometimes to get through the night. Its har...I mean difficult to get through the night sometimes." She caught herself remembering the text about it being "hard" to watch her away. This was not lost on me. "It just helps the night go faster. It's completely innocent. We don't mean anything by it." "Selene, if it's so innocent, then why was he asking you to come over to his place for the best sex you've ever had? " As the words came out of my mouth, another horrible thought came to me. "Do you sit and tell him about what we do in the bedroom? Do you sit with him and trash me?" Once again she got the look on her face of disbelief. Then she came running over to me, grabbing my hand. "Baby no! No, I would never disrespect you like that! Please, you've got to believe me!" Her words poured out of her, pleading with me to believe her. She kissed my hand and placed it on her cheek. I felt her tears in my palm. "Please Tony! I'm so sorry." I snatched my hand away. She looked so hurt when I pulled back from her. The pain in her face would have had me moving heaven and earth to take it away. 15 minutes ago. Now it filled me with a sick pleasure. "Do you honestly think that sending another man messages about how big his dick is respectful to me? You already disrespected me Selene!" I was back to pacing the room. "Why would he assume that being with him would be the best sex you ever had?" "They were just innocent jokes Tony! I'd never even seen his dick. We were just playing. It was completely innocent. He knows that." I looked at her in stunned amazement. This woman was the smartest woman I know. There is no way that she is this stupid. I crossed the room with a quickness that made her flinch. She may have thought that I was coming after her, but I was going past her. I picked up the three pieces to her phone and saw that the only thing that came apart was the battery compartment. I prayed to God that the phone still worked. I needed to poke some holes in this explanation. She watched me put her phone together as tears streamed down her face. I couldn't tell you what she was thinking. At that moment, I didn't care. My only concern was getting this phone to turn on. God must have been listening, because when I put the phone together and turned it on, it booted right up. We sat there in silence as we waited. She looked at me through the tears with eyes of uncertainty. I'm sure she was confused that I was no longer focused on her for the moment. Finally, I was able to get to the text messages. I pulled up the last text and the picture that set this whole thing in motion. Since this one came when she was in the shower, she hadn't seen it yet. I thrust the phone out in front of me so that she could see it. "If everything is so innocent Selene, then why is he sending you a picture of that big dick that you seemed so infatuated with?" As she looked at the image on the screen, her hand went to her mouth. She gasped and the tears were really streaming now. She didn't even take the phone from me. She closed her eyes and hit it out of my hand. "I don't want to see that anymore. Get that out of my face!" She cried as she ran out of the room. I sat back down on the bed and thought. Well, she didn't fuck him. That much I believe. But I couldn't really feel good about that. Even though they hadn't fucked YET, I couldn't shake the thought that if I hadn't found out about it, they may have done it. She says that it was completely innocent, but that's a bunch of bullshit. Those were not innocent texts sent between two people who were not attracted to each other. Those texts were an escalating form of foreplay between two people who were harboring illicit thoughts. The fact that she mentioned his big dick let me know that she AT LEAST THOUGHT ABOUT IT. Then, this asswipe decides to up the ante and send her a picture. What if I hadn't found it? How would she have reacted when she saw it if I were still in the dark? Would she have reacted with the same level of disgust, or would she have been turned on? Would she have sent him a picture of her? Selene never came back upstairs that night, and I didn't go down to see her. I just curled up on the bed and fell into a shallow, fitful sleep. I had more questions than answers, but I was too drained to do anything about it now. Innocent Text Messages Pt. 02 I was ripped from my slumber the next morning by the consistent blaring of the alarm clock. I groaned as I hit the off button with more force than intended. God I felt like shit! Have you ever woken up the next morning after a particularly bad argument with your spouse with that feeling of unknown angst? You can't remember exactly what the fight was about, but you remember that you're supposed to be angry. That's what I felt. I felt like shit. My head felt heavy and I could barely keep my eyes open. Even though I'd just awakened I felt like I hadn't slept a wink. Then I noticed that I felt unusually cold. The fact that I was shivering felt kind of odd. Two realities were brought to my attention when I looked around. One: I hadn't even slipped under the comforter last night when I went to sleep. Two: Selene hadn't slept in the bed last night. It wasn't unusual for Selene to be gone by the time I got up in the morning. Her schedule was a little more strenuous than mine. She worked 10 hour shifts at the hospital for 4 days a week. There were no set days that she worked. Her schedule was up to the Floor Manager and had to be checked daily. She had to be there at 8:00 in the morning, and worked until 6:00 pm. Before she ended her shift, she had to give a report to the nurses relieving her. She rarely left the hospital before 6:30 pm. This being said, the fact that she wasn't next to me wasn't out of the norm. What was out of the norm was that her side of the bed was unusually cold and undisturbed. Even when she left me to go to work, her warmth would remain behind. The sheets had that wrinkled look that let me know that my loving wife had occupied that space not too long ago. It was kind of like an unspoken promise of her return. She was gone, but only temporarily. Like I said, I couldn't exactly remember why I was supposed to be upset. That is, until I saw her phone on the floor. It was in the same spot that it had landed when she slapped it from my hand last night and ran out of the room in tears. All at once I was bombarded as the memories of last night rushed back to me with crystal clarity. The most disturbing memory of all was the image of that asshole's engorged dick. That horrific picture was branded into my cerebral cortex. I doubt if I'll ever forget that. Once again, the tornado that swirled in my stomach the night before raged inside of me. I thought I was going to be physically sick, but I had nothing in my stomach to spew. I slowly rose from my bed and forced myself push those thoughts aside. I was falling behind on the morning ritual. You see, we have a morning routine that happens. It is like gears in a well-oiled machine. Over years of perfecting it, it is now so perfect that it practically runs itself. To begin every morning, I wake the girls up. I actually wake them up 10 minutes before they were actually supposed to get up. I've estimated that this was the grace period that they need to be more efficient in getting ready. It's all about the child's mentality. No matter what time I wake them up, they always want 10 more minutes. If they get that 10 minutes, they would shoot out of bed and are ready with amazing rapidity. If I don't give them those 10 minutes, then I have to fight tooth and nail to get them ready. They drag their feet as they whine and complain about how tired they are. Since I started waking them up 10 minutes early, they always stay on task. They got to feel the satisfaction of getting the "extra minutes" while they are none the wiser that they actually got no extra time. We are all happy. Since Selene left before I did in the mornings, the job of getting them up and ready for school became mine by default. I didn't mind it though. I have to be up at this time anyway because I left for work right after their bus leaves. Once the girls are up, all three of us get ready at the same time. Once we are all ready, we all go down to the kitchen for a breakfast of sorts. Usually breakfast consisted of nothing more than cereal for the girls (Frosted Flakes) and a coffee for me. Usually Selene has already started when got hers. She brews the whole pot knowing that I will be getting some not long after. Like I said, gears in a well-oiled machine. The routine practically ran itself. This morning was no different. Except for my heart that was wrenched from my chest, of course. But, the show must go on! Once getting up and started, I slinked back into my room to get ready for work. I was on autopilot. I was doing the things that I did every morning with little to no thought. Honestly, I'm surprised that I was able to get fully dressed. Everything went like clockwork. Me and the girls were dressed and heading down into the kitchen. That's when we got our surprise, and it reminded me that this was not like every other morning. Sitting at the table with a cup of coffee in her hands, was my wife. We all stopped in our tracks to take in the surprise. The fact that my wife was never here in the morning made this morning an anomaly. Even on days that she didn't work, she would still be upstairs snoring away. So to see her sitting there at the table was one of those small things that let us know that this was not as standard as other mornings were. The second surprise was how she looked. Her eyes were red and puffy. Her hair was all over the place. She was pale and her face was stained with tears. She looked like she hadn't slept a wink all night. "Mommy?" Cassy said the word like it was a question. Selene's appearance was troubling. This was not the same mother and wife that we were used to. Selene was always put together. She was always in control. This shell of a woman was a aberration . It was like seeing Santa Clause smoking a fat one behind the mall on his break. Cassy couldn't help but to notice that something was wrong. Selene looked up at our confused faces and recovered quickly. "Morning pumpkin!" She said as she held out her arms. She tried to sound cheery, but there is something about sniffling while you're talking that takes the wind out of that sail. Cassy walked into them and embraced her in a hug. "Mommy's a little under the weather today. I called in sick so today so that I can figure out what's wrong." She said as her eyes met mine's. I didn't miss double meaning of her words. Luckily, this explanation seemed to placate my naïve daughter even though Selene hardly ever got sick. Cassy and Gaby chose to ignore this fact. They took it on faith that everything was okay, albeit a little cold. The morning routine ensued without any further hiccup. At least as far as the kids were concerned. Selene kept shooting glances in my direction as if she were trying to gauge my mood. I was actively ignoring her presence. I drank my morning coffee and read the paper as if she weren't there. Or at least I pretended to. I know I was being childish by pretending that she wasn't in the room. But dammit, in my defense she started it! I just wasn't ready to face her yet. Looking at her would remind me of how much I loved her, which would ironically remind me of how much I hated her fucking guts. We heard the telltale sound of the school bus brakes outside. "Bye Daddy! Bye Mommy!" My daughters screamed as their little bodies shot out of the side door. Just like that, we were alone. We sat in silence until the sound of the school bus driving away broke the reveille. The only sounds came from my newspaper rustling and my sips from my coffee. Finally I'd had enough. "Well, I'm off." I tried to say casually as I gathered up the girls' cereal bowls and put them in the dishwasher. I wanted to make a clean escape into the sanctuary of the job. However, as always, my wife was 3 steps ahead of me. "I already called in sick for you. I told Tom that had a fever and had been throwing up all night. He told me to tell you to get better and to call if you are going to be out for more than one day." She sipped her coffee and looked at me, waiting for a response. "Why the hell did you do that?" Even as it came out of my mouth, I heard how stupid that question really was. She answered it though, even though it was obvious. "We need to talk." SELENE: How could I have gotten myself into this shit? Goddammit Brian! Did you really have the fucking nerve to send me a picture of your cock? I guess I should fill in some blanks here. It may give you a better understanding of how we are where we are. I am about 5' 5". I'm not about to tell you how much I weigh (what woman would?). I will let you know that I am very athletic and have been since I was in high school. I always kept myself in good shape. My entire life, I have always been considered the pretty chick. I have dark brown hair, green eyes, and an olive type complexion. My breasts are pretty average (B cup) and my waist is slim. My hips curve out and slope down into two tone, muscular legs. My ass, which is what most people seem to like, juts out behind me in a tantalizing arch. It isn't a big ol' booty like you see in pornos or rap videos, but it is rounded and tone. I have played most of the sports that my school allowed girls to play. I was even a cheerleader for a bit. My favorite sport to play was soccer. Being involved in so many activities made popularity a normal way of my life. It didn't hurt that most of the guys lusted after me. So being athletic and fairly pretty like I was, I was always attracted to athletic guys. Sorry guys, it's the way the universe works. Hot girls like hot guys. I never liked Incredible Hulk type guys mind you, but abs and a tall, lean frame would have me moist in seconds. Unfortunately, God has a sense of humor. When he made guys like these, I guess he had to create a sort of balance. The guys that came in these pretty packages usually turned out to be self-absorbed assholes who couldn't be satisfied with just one woman. No matter how much you do for them, they are always looking for more. Or at least more variety. Oh, they are all smiles and compliments when they're trying to get into your miniskirt. Once they get that treasure trove between your legs though, that sweet guy disappears and is replaced by his dipshit twin. So when I went to college, I naturally started dating athletes. If you didn't have a jersey, I wasn't interested. I quickly found that behind all of the jump shots and the touchdowns was were egos of Kanye West proportions. I went through college dating asshole after asshole until finally I gave up on guys. I even tried to become gay, but that didn't take. One drunken kiss during a truth or dare game let me know that I needed some masculinity to get wet. By my senior year I was completely over trying to find someone. I concentrated on my schooling and keeping my grades up. I wanted to make the honor society. That is basically the Dean's list, but for nurses. That would be a bump up when applying for nursing jobs straight out of school. Fate stepped in in the form of a blind date. My roommate Shondra met this guy online and he wanted to meet her. They'd been chatting and sending pictures back and forth for a couple of months. After she sent him a picture of her in her bikini, he told her that he needed to meet her face to face. Naturally, being the cautious girl that she was, she didn't want to go alone for the first meet. She told him she had to bring her lonely friend because she was going through a tough time and couldn't be left alone. Ever the thoughtful guy, he told her that he would also bring a friend. This way the poor lonely girl could have some company. This would give them some space to "get to know each other". I was the lonely friend that she wanted to bring. Of course the entire story was complete bullshit. We had no such plans together, and I would have been more than happy to spend a rare, quiet night alone. I didn't even know about it until she asked me AFTER she already told this guy that I was coming. After much pleading and pestering I finally agreed to go. I wasn't really too enthusiastic about this evening. I had a test in a few days and I wanted to get some studying in. Luckily for her I respected the Girl Code, and didn't want to leave her stranded. I figured we would meet up with these guys, get a free meal out of it, and stand at the ready with an excuse if she wanted to be saved from a horrible night. When we arrived at the movie theater, we looked around until we saw the guy she was waiting for. When I saw him I understood why she was so hot to see him. He was exactly the type of guy that I would have chosen. He was tall, tan, and had a nice physique. His friend on the other hand was a guy that I wouldn't have given a second look to. He wasn't ugly. In fact, he was really cute. But he wasn't tall, lean, or tan. He was just average. He was an average CUTE guy, but still average. I had no doubt that he would make some girl happy, but just not me. I'm not suggesting that I was out of his league, but... It's funny how you never think of yourself as a shallow person until you take step back. If I were to see these two guys standing side by side and I had to choose one, I would have chosen Shondra's date hands down. How wrong I would have been. I wasn't really expecting to have a good time. I figured that I was going to go through the motions, be as sweet I could be to my date, and keep him occupied long enough for Shondra to seal the deal. Come to think of it, that was probably his plan too. I mean after all, he was only there to keep me company because I had to be babysat. I honestly never expected to see him again. At least that was the plan. But you know what they say about the best laid plans, don't you? Tony (my date) was a major clog in this plan. It took all of 10 minutes of talking to him to decide that I liked him. No, I was not ready to drag him into the bathroom and degrade myself in a stall (what kind of story do you think this is?) But I enjoyed talking to him. He was so funny! I'm not talking stand-up comedian funny. He was just witty and easy to talk to. He had the kind of sarcastic humor that was dry and nonchalant, but delivered in such a way that made him not boring. He had a laid back way about him that drew me in to his universe. Conversation with him flowed so easily that I completely forgot about Shondra and her date. Before I realized it I had told him my entire life story. Speaking of Shondra's date, did I mention that guys wrapped in the package that he was wrapped in had the tendency to be utter douche bags? He was no different. In fact, I think God went overboard when he made this guy. Every sentence that came out of his mouth was dripping with sexual innuendos. Every time he spoke to Shondra, it was like he was making a case as to why they should end up fucking. He even bragged about a time he had some girl giving him a blow-job while he was driving. He was so bad that he may have been overcompensating. I looked into Shondra's eyes and I could tell that this evening did not go as she had anticipated. In fact, she was giving me the signal that it was time for me to give the excuse. Her eyes pleaded with me to end this farce of an evening. Unfortunately for her, I was having the time of my life and I wasn't ready to go yet. I hadn't been this comfortable with a guy in...ever. So I ignored the subtle hints that she gave and left her to her fate. Hell, it's her fault I was here in the first place. Eventually, despite my stalling, the evening did end. Shondra's date wound up going home with a tentative kiss on the cheek and an empty promise to do this again. Tony walked away number. I took his phone and typed it in myself. I even made him promise to call me the next day. That was a big step for me. I usually don't make it a point to pursue guys, so I'm normally not that forward. I've never had to before. But throughout the even I'd been giving all of my subtle "I'm available" signals and he didn't show any signs of closing the deal. I was worried that he didn't have the balls to put himself out there, so I bypassed normal protocol and made it obvious. When that didn't work, I simply grabbed his phone and did it for him. Whether we ended up together or not, I wanted him in my life. Well, to fast forward through all of the boring stuff, we rapidly became much more than friends. When I graduated, passed the NCLEX test, and became a RN (Registered Nurse) we were living together. He had actually graduated a few years before with a degree in Computer Science from another college. As fate would have it he was hired by a company that was right down the street from the hospital I'd eventually get a job at. He'd been working there for about a year when I met him. We dated for the rest of my senior year and lived together for 6 months before he popped the question. 6 months after that we were married. I have to say at this point that I am head over heels in love with my husband. I feel like I have to say that now because that point may get lost as this story continues. I love my husband I and I would never trade him for anything in the world. He is a great father, a great husband, and a really good lover. I found out how good of a lover he was on our third date (I promise I'm not normally that easy). I wasn't even sure if I wanted the guy to be my boyfriend until that night. Yeah, we had great chemistry but he still was not my type physically. All that changed the night that we were at his apartment listening to music. We'd had another great date and I was a bit tipsy. Suddenly, we just melted into each other. We were making out as our clothes disappeared. Then he showed me what sex was really like. I know you guys are wondering if he had an eleven inch cock or a tongue that could shame a hummingbird's wings, but it wasn't anything like that. We just clicked. It was like we were two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly. We were in sync. His dick fit inside of me in a way that allowed him to hit all of the right spots. It wasn't too big that it was uncomfortable, so I was able to really move with him. At the same time, it wasn't too small to where I had to wonder if he were in there or not. When I rode him, I was able to rock my hips with force and really grind into him, but I was also able to slam my pelvis into him without fear of getting my cervix ruined. When we were in the missionary position, I had my ankles on his shoulders as he worked his shaft in and out. He didn't pound me like a jack-hammer. It was more like he swung his lower body so that he hit my G spot. Again and again. Oh my God! The Coupe de Grace was when he bent me over and took me doggie. That's when he went for broke. I swear to God that couldn't stop my legs from trembling after that! As we lay there in our post coital bliss, his hands swept across me with just the right amount of tenderness that it made my nipples jut out along with every goosebump on my body. His kisses were passionate, but not rough. The second time we did it that night was pretty much the same as the first, except this time he talked dirty to me. He had just the right mixture of demanding and firm, but sensual and soothing. It was just enough so that I felt submissive, yet I didn't feet like a cheap slut that was only there for his pleasure. It simply just great sex! I won't go as far as to say that I was in love with him after that first time, but I knew that I wanted him as more than a friend. He was my boyfriend, and I was his girl. Eventually, I did fall in love with him and we got married. So why would someone who is in love with her husband be in this mess right now? Well, there is no way to answer that question and not look bad, so I might as well be honest about it. I love the attention. At the risk of sounding stuck up or conceited, it isn't a secret that I am very attractive. I always have been. Being like this has made me used to getting a certain amount of attention from guys. Even when I wasn't dating I still got the attention. Guys still asked me out. They always flirted with me, followed me, chased me around trying to break through the wall that was built up. I didn't realize it at the time, but I actually liked the fact that they chased me even though they had a snowballs chance in hell. It became game that I played, even though I wasn't really aware of it. On the subconscious level, I actually liked pushing them to the edge with the smallest amount of hope, only to remain just far enough to still be unattainable. Innocent Text Messages Pt. 02 During the course of our marriage, we fell into a routine. Everything that happened in our lives was exactly the same as it had been the day before. We were in a real life Groundhog's Day. I'm not saying that my life was horrible or boring. It was just predictable. Also, I wasn't as tone as I was in college. After I had our second girl (Gaby) I wasn't able to get it back like I'd had it. How movie stars do it is beyond me! I still had a body that women envied, but it wasn't the same. When you're used to being like I was, you notice every pound. Nevertheless, my confidence wasn't sky high. Tony still found me very beautiful, or at least he said he did. But I could tell that I didn't wow him anymore. We would still have sex regularly, but he never jumped my bones anymore. Do you understand what I'm saying? It became a fact of our marriage that if he kissed here and licked there, he would end up between my legs. He didn't CHASE me anymore. I never brought these things up because I never realized that I felt this way. I would simply brush these naggings aside and remember that I had a husband who loves me. They were always there beneath the surface though. So, fast forward a decade and we come to Brian. If I am going to be honest, then I will tell you that Brian is a girl's wet dream. He was physically everything that a woman could want. He was tall, with dark curly hair. He had a smile that could melt the panties from a nun. His body...Oh my God! Before he became a nurse, he was a Marine. He was a medic to be exact. He spent 8 years as a marine, got out of the service, and went to school to stay in the field that he knew so well. Like I said, Brian was everything physically that a girl could want, but he knew it. Along with this knowledge came the inevitable douche bag attitude. He wasn't rude or anything. He was just utterly and unequivocally head over heels in love with one person. Brian. I honestly feel that I am the only nurse that he didn't sleep with. That may have been the appeal for him. I have another nurse who works with me named Wilma. I swear that this woman would fuck Brian in the middle of the hospital lounge with her husband watching if he asked her to. She always had that schoolgirl, hero worship gaze come over her whenever Brian comes around. I do share her appreciation for his looks. He is a fine specimen. But that is as far as it goes for me. So to repeat the question I know you guys are asking. Why would a woman who is so in love with her husband risk her marriage for dirty talk with an asshole that she wouldn't think of having sex with? Simple. It's a boost to my ego. When Brian started coming on to me, I knew what he was doing. I'd been flirted with enough times to know what he was saying, and more importantly, what he WASN'T saying. It was all innocent at first. I got that old feeling back. You know, the one I had in college. I felt powerful again. I felt attractive and alive. I honestly didn't think of it as risking my marriage. I had no intention of sleeping with him. It was all in fun. I liked the fact that he chased me around and went out of his way to talk to me. Yes, I still loved Tony. But I also love feeling sexy. So I teased him mercilessly. I always gave him just enough so that he felt that he had a chance if he held on long enough, but I never gave him the green light to take it farther. Gradually, the flirting became less subtle and more overt. He pushed and he pushed, always trying to raise the stakes. When he tried to get physical, I shut him down. But I always left just enough hope that made him feel that I was right on the edge. That kept him coming back for more. He was feeding my ego big time, and I enjoyed it. So even though I knew what he was after, I allowed it and shamelessly flirted back. I didn't even realize how bad it had gotten until Tony showed me Brian's final text. Fuck! Why did he do that? The answer is simple. Because he's a cocky (no pun intended) asshole. I knew this when I started this game. I guess that I teased him for so long that he had enough and he felt that he needed to take it up a notch. I never thought it would go this far, but here we are. Now I am left with three problems. One: How to get Tony to see that I love him more than anything. Two: How to get Tony to see that I really had no intention of sleeping with Brian or anyone else for that matter. Three: How to get Tony to not walk out of that door and out of my life. Innocent Text Messages Pt. 03 TONY We both sat at the kitchen table in an awkward silence. I could even hear the second hand clicking on the clock in the living room. We were sitting 3 feet from each other, and you'd have thought we were in different time zones. Her eyes couldn't meet mine's, and I was still pretending that she wasn't here. I got the feeling that she was trying to feel me out. Fair is fair, because that 's what I was doing. It was like we were two boxers, circling each other in the ring. We were looking for signs of weakness from our opponent, trying to time our attacks. Neither of us wanted to throw the first blow. We wanted to be able to see what our opponent had so we can effectively counter strike. She was the first to go, but if this were a boxing match then she would have definitely landed an unexpected blow and left me dazed. I thought I knew what to expect from her, but what I got sent me hurling back into my corner. "You scared me last night. You really did. I've never seen you that furious. When you threw my phone at me, I honestly thought that you were going to hurt me. I have never been that frightened of anyone." She paused to sniffle and I could see that she was on the verge of more tears. "I was a-afriad to sleep in my own bed." She said in a voice that was barely above a whisper. She put her coffee down on the table and wiped her nose on the shirt that she was wearing. I finally looked up at her and my heart broke. No matter what she'd done, I never wanted her to see me as a monster. I wanted to shake her up, but not to the point that she was afraid that I would hurt her in the middle of the night. I pictured her huddled on the couch, jumping at every noise because she was sure that I was coming downstairs to vent some more anger. That image made me sick and ashamed of myself. I was unable to think of what to say next. If I'm being honest, part of me felt justified for scaring the shit out of her. But also at the same time I was troubled with the level of anger that I had. I was out of control. When I threw the phone at her, all that I needed was for it have sailed a few inches to the right. Then this situation would have been completely different. Maybe even unrepairable. I would have gone to jail for assault (She sure as hell would've called the cops). That would have led to a series of unwanted repercussions. I would have lost my job, my family (my sister and my parents) would have jumped on me (we do not believe in hitting women under ANY circumstance), my kids would have the knowledge that all was not well with their parents, and our marriage in general would have taken on another form. Thank God for small miracles. She wasn't finished yet. She looked me in the eyes. Her demeanor changed. The fear that she showed dissolved and became determined and resolute. "I understand that you were shocked and hurt by what you ...found. You had every right to be upset. I see that. Honestly, if you kicked my ass out and sent me to my sister's I would have had no one to blame but myself." She paused momentarily to show me the full impact of her next statement. " But if you ever make me afraid like that again..." She didn't even finish her sentence, but she didn't really have to. The look in her eyes conveyed the rest of the message. I still hadn't said a word. I didn't have the ones that needed to come out yet. I was switching between being the justified wronged party and being the remorseful husband who was sorry for hurting his wife. I'm sure she saw this conflict going on. Her face softened. She reached across the table and grabbed my hands. Her thumbs gently rubbed the my knuckles. I didn't snatch them away. Her touch was comforting, and let me know that my outburst last night had not changed her opinion of me. This undoubtedly encouraged her, because she gave me a small smile. Then, her face changed. It became clouded and once again looked serious. "I want you to know that I had no intention of having sex with Brian." Now it was my turn to look resolute. I didn't need to speak to let her know that this last statement was utter bullshit. "I know that you don't believe me. There's no way that I can prove that now. But you have to trust me. I love you too much to ever do that to you. I would never..." That's as far as she got before I got up from the table and left. I was headed upstairs to the bedroom. I don't know why I went there. Hell, I had my car keys in my hand and I was fully dressed. If I really wanted to get away from her I would have just walked out the door. She would have had to make a choice between chasing me in a T shirt that barely covered her ass and some panties, or letting me go. But hindsight is 20/20, right? I could tell she was on my heels. I heard her voice behind me, and I knew that she was still talking as I was retreating. Unfortunately, I don't speak bullshit. She could have been speaking Chinese and had a more fruitful conversation me. I swung around and faced her. I moved so fast that she almost ran into me. I glared at her and huffed like bull does a matador. She cut her rant off in mid-sentence and stared at me. "Selene, you told me that you never wanted to be afraid of me again, and that I should never make you feel as though I'm going to hurt you. But I have to honest right now. I am literally having visions of lacing my fingers around your neck to shut your lying mouth up. If you don't want to have to enforce the threat that you made earlier, you will give me some space until I figure out how to talk to you without leaving my kids without any parents. In the meantime, I suggest you figure out how to say what you have to say without lying." With that, I knocked her on her ass. Metaphorically of course. As she stood there in stunned silence I envisioned the referee starting the count. I went inside of the room and slammed the door shut Whenever I need advice, I always call my big sister. Besides Selene, I think she is the smartest woman on the planet. She has never led wrong. "Budget office. This is Tammy. How can I help you?" "Tam, its me." "Hey little bro. Did you call off today? You usually don't call me from your job." "Yeah. I'm called off." We both sat in silence for a moment. The implications of me not being at work was more massive than the words would suggest. I NEVER stayed home from work unless I took a vacation. I didn't do sick days. I went to work one time with a fever of 101. So my sister, who knows me almost as good as my wife, knew something was amiss. "Spill it Tony. What's up?" And that is how I spent the next 10 minutes. I filled her in on all of the texts that I found. I even told her about the "picture". Naturally, I left out the part of me trying to decapitate my wife with the phone (I needed her on my side, not telling me how wrong I was). She didn't interrupt me until I was done. "So, have you talked to her?" "Sorta" "What's sorta?" "Well, we try to talk, but then she starts lying and it goes to shit." "What does she say when she starts lying?" "She tells me that she never planned on sleeping with him. She says it's just innocent flirting. She says that she loves me. You know, all of the things that a lying cunt would say to cover her tracks. " "Lying cunt? Wow, you are mad! Just don't do anything stupid Tony. You know how you can get with your temper" Damn. I had to tone it down a notch. I still wanted her on my side "What else did she say?" "Well...That's as far as we get." "She didn't explain anything about it?" "No. We never get that far." "Uh-huh." More silence. "Well, how do you know she's lying?" "Because the bitch was telling him how big his dick was! He told her to go to his apartment and make up an excuse for her idiot cuckold husband!" "Did she say that she wanted to go to his apartment?" I honestly couldn't remember. I grabbed her phone and searched through the messages. I was a little surprised that I couldn't find a message that gave me concrete proof that she was going to have sex with him. "Well, she doesn't spell it out, but there's no way that they are going back and forth like this with no intention of fucking. Just because I can't see the fire doesn't mean it isn't there. I see a hell of a lot of smoke and I feel the fucking heat!" I took a moment to mentally pat myself on the back for my clever paraphrasing of the famous colloquialism. My sister was not impressed. "Cute. Well, you can sit there and keep getting burned by your invisible fire, or you can grab an extinguisher and start putting it out. You aren't going to find out if she is telling the truth until you let her finish saying what she has to say." Damn her. "So you're taking her side?" "No dumbass. I'm taking YOUR side. I just want you make decisions based on information, not anger. You don't want to make this situation worse than it has to be. I'm saying get your shit together and go talk this thing out. Find out all of the info before you act. You want to stay wronged party in this one. That way, everything that happens from now on out will be YOUR decision. If you give her a Get-out-of-Guilt card by becoming the bad guy, this thing may get beyond your control." Of course, she was right. That's why I called her. My big sis, my Yoda. We spoke for another 10 minutes or so. I realized that in order to move on from this place, I had to find out the full story. In order to do that, I had to sit down and suffer through that lying bi...my wife's explanation of what happened. With my new resolve I hung up with my sister and made my way downstairs. As I reached the bottom landing, I heard sniffling coming from the living room. When I got there, I saw Selene curled up in a ball on the couch. There were wads of balled up tissue all around her on the floor. My heart went out to her, but I wouldn't let my countenance thaw. I needed to stay objective. I sat across from her on the loveseat and calmed myself before I spoke. She sat up straight and looked at me with anxious eyes, but she remained quiet and waited for me to take the lead. "I need to understand what I'm looking at Selene. In order to do that, I need you to drop the bullshit and be honest with me. No matter how bad it sounds, I need the truth. You owe me that." I was relieved to find that my voice was calm, and even a little inviting. I wanted to make her feel comfortable enough to tell me the truth without fear of me blowing my top. She said nothing. She just nodded. I felt a little more confident about where this conversation was going. I started with the obvious. "Why would you send text messages like that to a guy you had no intention of fucking." She wiped her nose with some tissue. "Because I got off on teasing him." Wow. Couldn't get more honest than that. "He is so cocky. He walks around the hospital like he can get any female into bed. It's fun to pull his strings. He is so sure of himself that he keeps coming back for more." Sounds believable enough, but I still felt that there was more. I dove a little deeper. "Are you attracted to him?" She hesitated for a moment, which made my heart drop. But I didn't say anything. "Physically, yes, he is attractive. But that's not enough to make me want to sleep with him." Okay. Not exactly what I wanted to hear, but it wasn't really much of a revelation. I figured that she was attracted to him on some level. I guess I just asked this question to gauge where we were on the honesty scale. This was definitely a case where she could have given me an answer that I wanted to hear. "You are physically attracted to him. You enjoy flirting with him. You send sexy texts to him. Yet you don't want to sleep with him. Is that the full picture? Because I have to be honest with you here Selene. There are an awful lot of holes in that explanation that you have to fill in." I felt that anger rising up again. I caught it in time to quiet it. "I admit that I like flirting with Brian, but not because I want to have sex with him. I flirt with him because I like the fact that HE wants to have sex with ME. Having an attractive guy flirt with me makes me feel more attractive." I nodded, letting her know to continue. I didn't like what I was hearing, but I had to hear it out. "Brian is relentless. I can reject him 5 times a night, and he still comes back for number 6. Having a guy take an interest like that in me when he can have any female in the hospital is flattering to say the least." "Why do you need some asshole drooling all over you to feel sexy? You are the sexiest female that I've ever seen." She looked at me with a sort of sarcastic smirk. "Really? You could have fooled me. You barely seem interested me. You haven't exactly made me feel sexy." Now I was stunned. Was she trying to put this on me? "What do you mean? I always say that you're beautiful." I was starting to get defensive, which is not how I wanted to be. I needed to stay in control. "You wanted honesty Tony, so I'm going to give it to you. Sure you SAY that I'm beautiful. You say it every day. But it's seems like you say it now because that's what you're supposed to say. You haven't really made me FEEL it lately. " My anger slowly dissipated as I looked in her eyes. She was speaking from her heart. She wasn't trying to put this off on me. Her words were feelings that she'd been harboring beneath that calm and collected mask that she always wore. I nodded, letting her know that it was safe to continue. "Ever since I had the girls I haven't felt sexy. I have a road map on my stomach, and no matter how much I run I still have that small pouch. " I couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. This woman that sat before me was the epitome of sexy . Every time I looked at her I have to mentally make myself not attack her. If I had my way, we'd both quit our jobs and only get out of bed to eat, use the bathroom, and feed the girls. I had NO idea that she felt this way. How could this have slipped past me? Selene never said anything, but there had to be some signs that she felt this way. But I'd missed them. When you have someone as confident and self-assured as Selene, you tend to always think that nothing bothers them. In our relationship, I was always the one that needed reassuring. I was not blind to the fact that my wife was 10 times hotter than I actually deserve. She was always the one making me feel worthy of her. I didn't' realize that she needed the same thing. She continued. "Do you remember when we first started having sex? I couldn't take a shower without you wanting to be in there with me. You used to watch me get dressed and I could feel the lust in your stare. God, I used to get SO WET teasing you like that!" I got a little embarrassed. I didn't know that she knew I was sneaking a peek. I was also stunned with the fact that she purposely teased me. "Now, I'm simply the mother of your kids. You don't try to cop a feel when you pass me anymore. You don't wrap your arms around me just because you want to touch me. You don't...don't...find me sexy anymore!" Then she burst into tears. That hit me in the chest. I didn't realize that I'd become complacent. Selene is so gorgeous that I thank God for her every day. I know that she is completely out of my league. I still sit back in amazement and wonder how the hell I got her to fall for me. But over time it just became one of those things that just...was. It stopped being one of those things that filled me with awe. I didn't even realize that my wife was shrinking away before my very eyes. Then she looked me in my eyes with such a vulnerable look, my heart turned to mush. "Even though I liked the attention that I got from Brian, I was never even close to considering cheating on you. I would never give you up, especially for someone like him. I...I can't imagine life without you." With that the tears really started pouring. I have to admit, I was becoming convinced. I just had one more question that was nagging me. "Selene, if I hadn't intercepted that last text, would the picture of his dick have turned you on? You said in one of the texts that he had a big dick and you could see it in his pants." I was not expecting her to start laughing. But that's what she did. "Of course I said he has a big dick. That's what you guys like to hear. If a girl tells a guy that he has a big dick, he acts like he hit the lottery. I wanted him to keep flirting with me without having to promise him that I would fuck him. Besides that, it was just a clever response to his 'hard to watch me walk away' comment." Her laughter stopped and her face clouded over with a look of distain. "I never wanted him to send me a picture of his dick. I honestly never expected that. But I guess I shouldn't be surprised though. " She shook her head as she tried to shake the image off. "You know I'm not one of those girls who likes explicit photos of men and their junks. I believe less is more." We sat there across from each other as we were encompassed by the silence. She was done talking. She'd given me the honest truth, and sat there anxiously waiting to see what my response would be. Without a word, I got up, walked over to her, and sat on the couch next to her. I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed. She just crumbled in my arms. I hugged and rocked her as she cried into my shoulder. I didn't let go until she stopped. "I love you Tony. I love you so much. I will never let another man think that I'm available. I promise." "I love you too Selene. " We hugged some more and then I sat back and looked her in her eyes. "You know that Brian is history, right? I can't make sure that you stay away from him at work. I have to trust you on that. But I better not find any more texts from him in your phone." She laughed again and hugged me tight. "Of course he's history baby. When you were upstairs I called HR and asked if there was another floor I can be assigned to. They told me that they would keep their eyes open for a vacancy." Then, as an after-thought, she said, "And I'm changing my number tomorrow." EPILOGUE: I would love to say that things went back to normal. I tried to forget all about Brian and trust Selene again. But the more I tried to make things normal, the more I failed. Selene did get her number changed like she said she would. It became a nightly ritual to check her phone over the next couple of weeks. I stopped this however. It was pointless. I found nothing incriminating, but did I honestly expect to? If she were going to carry on with Brian or anyone else, she sure as hell wouldn't be caught texting them again. I had no way to be sure of her faithfulness, except to trust her. It was hard to do though. Even though she didn't cheat, I had to constantly live with the fact that she found other guys attractive. I know it sounds silly, but when you're married for 10 years you forget that you spouse has a working set of eyes, and that you aren't the only specimen of man that will make them take a second look. I had many conversations with my Yoda, and she was very helpful. She really helped me over the hump. I'm not really sure I could have put the past behind me if it wasn't for her. She talked me out of a really dark time. I was feeling the need for revenge and was about to head up to the hospital with a crowbar and wait for Brian by his Mustang. I knew it was his as soon as I saw it. It had at "Freedom isn't Free" bumper sticker, and a Decal on his windshield that would allow him access to the Navy base. Luckily, my sister reminded me that Cassy and Gaby wouldn't like to visit Daddy in the big house. She asked me how I would like to introduce my family to my new boyfriend, because it would be a no-brainer of me becoming some else's bitch. I had to laugh at that. Innocent Text Messages Pt. 03 It wasn't until HR finally allowed her to switch floors with someone else that I calmed down. Selene harassed them just about every day until they did it. That's when I knew that she was serious. She loved the floor that she was on, and her patients missed her. The day before she switched, they had a small party for her. But switched without a looking back. She told me that she had no problem working with Brian and never speaking to him again, but she needed ME to know that. For my part, I stepped up my game. I made it obvious that my wife got my motor running, and I didn't care who knew. I was subtle when kids were in the room, but if we were alone it became a full time job for her to keep my groping from going too far. She really didn't do a good job of that though. It was like she wasn't even trying to stop me. As for Brian, I wound up not having to get revenge. You see, karma usually finds a way to get the best of us. Brian was beat up pretty bad at his Mustang one night. Some woman who works with my wife was fucking Brian even before he started hitting on her. I think her name was Wilma, or something like that. Anyway, her husband had the same idea that I had (waiting for him by the Mustang) but his weapon of choice was a baseball bat. Brian wound up being a patient in the same hospital that he worked in. I know you guys would like to hear that he could never have kids or was permanently maimed, but this isn't that kind of story. He got out after a week, but he wasn't quite the same after that. Wilma's husband got arrested and wound up doing time. I'm not sure how much time, but it made me glad that I had my Yoda to talk me out of what I wanted to do. I just hope that Wilma's husband isn't someone's bitch. Tony: Hey Sexy! Selene: Hey back at ya Tony: What U wearing? Selene: Hospital scrubs Tony: Damn that makes me hard! Selene: Take a pic and send it to me Tony: I thought u said that less was more? Selene: Normally that's tru, U already have "more". Incoming Picture Selene: OMG! I can't believe u sent it! I am so hot rite now. When I get home and the girls go to sleep u r gonna get it! I hope u ate your Wheaties! Toni: When u get home from wk I want you to put on that pink lingerie tonight. Selene: Baby, that doesn't fit me anymore. That thing has been too small for me since I had Gaby Toni: That's why I chose it ;) Selene: U R sooooo Bad! I have a follow on story to this in which we hear from Brian. His character is actually based on a real person. I took some liberties with his character, but believe me when I say that there is someone out there like him. I hope that you find it interesting. Thank you all for your comments.