Chapter Twenty
Tom may have dozed off. He was not quite sure. He was roused, however, by the sound of Samantha chuckling suddenly. He rubbed his eyes, and blinking groggily, he raised his head to peer in puzzlement at his wife for there was nothing to laugh about, was there? he asked himself, grimacing inwardly. No, nothing at all, not when the full-bodied Samantha was the target of the seeming irreproachable and yet actually predatory Pentmeyer. Merely playing hooky for a day would not solve that, and if she did not give herself to the dirty lecher—and not just once but anytime he wanted, over and over and over—then he would expose them as the owners and main performers of the pornographic website to which he himself had jerked off so secretly, and the lives of Samantha and Tom and their
