Actually, it was not a passionate kiss. It was more of brushing of lips, a tentative probing, the unrestrained exploratory contact for assurance, yearning for a response.
If Francine had returned it in any way, the fire within Roy would have raged out of control and consumed them, but his probing tongue met the rigid barrier of her clamped teeth, and his pleasure was centred on the tender outer lips of the woman.
Ted Bawa saw them, but by then he was in no position to distinguish between a lustful kiss and a gentle peck. He saw a man’s head bowed over his wife’s face, obviously in the grips of lust…and he went absolutely crazy.
Despite his harsh treatments, Ted Bawa still loved his wife exceedingly. He himself did not acknowledge this fact. He had grown used to their mundane life and mo
