She's hopping up and down my bed, our—my husband and I—bed. She's moaning loudly and I stand there watching with disgust as the masculine hand controls her body with a firm strong looking hand. I feel so irritated and angry. Without thinking, I walk forward and pull her hair from behind only to be met by the worst nightmare of my life. It's Leonard. The man in question is Leonard.
My heart starts to ache. My nose burns and my eyes stings as I look at his widened surprised eyes with so much hurt and confusion. He looks at me but doesn't say anything. Instead, he averts his gaze away from me. At least he has the decency to stop what he's doing while I'm standing there.
And I'm left to wonder. What is happening? Why did he do this? What is wrong with me? What was I thinking when I agreed
