Yet refusing him seemed out of the question, in part for fear of rousing suspicion, but mostly because my guilt and shame told me I owed him this.His ...ands began to explore my body. One fingertip paused briefly near the faint bruise forming on my breast, then moved on. The backs of his fingers brushed my painful nipples, and I gasped and flinched."Sensitive," he remarked."Time of the month," I murmured. Complete bullshit, but it shut down his curiosity as I knew it would. Like most men, his. Irreconcilable differences. What did that mean? How could they be irreconcilable if I didn’t know what the differences were in order to reconcile them? If she had talked to me then whatever it was, at least I would have a chance to change. But no. She had just walked out of my life without a word. Jas and I had been married for three years. Jas (that was Jasmine, her mother had been a bit of a wild child in the sixties, and got into Eastern culture, you know, burning Joss sticks and hanging. More

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