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"What about a combination of A and B?"

I put the paper down, "What?"

"The outline, what if you combined A and B? The idea would be to start out telling about experiences that happened and then have it lead into a fling."

Debbie was right. That would work better than either A or B standing alone. "Who do you see as the girl? Your sister, cousin or Jen from afternoons?"

"No silly, me! I'm thinking of me."

"You aren't serious?"

"Sure I am. I've had a lot of things happen to me and I think it would be a kick to tell it to someone and then to see it in print. You wouldn't use my real name, would you? And we could makeup the fling part. I could tell you one of my fantasies and you could use that as the fling part and write it as if it really happened."

"I don't know Debbie. We would have to spend an awful lot of time together for you to tell me about your past. What would your husband think?"

"He works afternoon and I have all kinds of free time in the evening. Can we do it? Please? I really want to."

What the hell I thought, I didn't really have all that much going on in the evenings right then and a good story is a good story.

Debbie arrived at my apartment at six and I got her a beer and we sat down at the kitchen table. She was nervous and fidgety and so I asked, "Having second thoughts about this?"

"Oh no! Well, yes, kind of."

"You don't have to do this."

"But I want to. It's just that, well, I don't know. No one is ever going to know it is me, are they?"

"Not unless you tell somebody."

"You won't tell anybody? I mean, you're kind of like a doctor or a lawyer and every thing I tell you is in confidence, right?"

"Not really, but think of me being like a reporter protecting his source."

"But no one will ever know, right?"

"Every one who visits the site on the Net will know the story, but no one will know that the story is about you."

"What do I do?"

"Just tell me what you want to tell me. Start at the beginning, in the middle or just tell me about certain instances in your past - anything that might turn on some one who reads the story."

"Like what?"

"Well, most of my stuff goes to a site called Watching The Wife. The stories are about cheating wives, cheating husbands, husbands who like to watch their wives with other men, husbands who like to go down on their wives after they have been with other men and things like that. Have you ever cheated on your husband or has he ever cheated on you?"

"No one ever knows but me and you, promise?"

"Of course."

"I've cheated on Harry a couple of times."

"Does he know?"

"God I hope not."

"Then why don't you just tell me about one of those times."

"The first time was at my sisters birthday party. I'd never been unfaithful to Harry - I'd never even thought about being unfaithful - and even though I know exactly what happened and why I still to this day don't know how. One minute I was an innocent young wife and the next I was a cheating slut and I don't even remember the transition. Harry and I had gotten there early because I had promised my sister I would help set things up for the party. Harry and Gloria's husband Mike were in the other room and as I worked in the kitchen and dinning room I could hear snatches of conversation and laughter and it pissed me off.

"I don't know why, it was irrational, but I was pissed that Harry and Mike were having a good time while I was working to set up the party. Gloria noticed it and she told me to ignore them, "They are just men honey, and they would only get in the way if they were out here." Still, it pissed me off and that kind of set the tone of the night for me. And then of course there is what they were talking about. I could hear most of it and most of what I heard upset me.

"They were talking about women with big tits and talking about how they would like to get this or that woman's tit in their mouth.

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