We both know that's not Dave," he replied. "And yeah, I may be a peeping tom but I'm not the one having an affair." He paused and let that sink in; let Bev understand what he'd said. After a moment he went on. "The question I'm struggling with is whether or not I should tell Dave. We've been friends and neighbors a long time." Anna instantly and sharply replied, "No -- I'm not going to jerk you off, you little bastard. Forget it. Just go." John stepped in with his phone in hand. He didn't exactly know how to breach the topic but he had every intention of letting her know that he knew, and could prove, she was having an affair. "This is kind of complicated..." he started. Her mind was spinning a thousand miles a second, searching for some way out, but nothing seemed to appear. There was simply no apparent escape from this hell she'd gotten herself into. Finally, she stammered, "Wait!...Wait...What if...," -- she could barely force the words out of her mouth -- Her voice was barely audible as she, resignedly, said, "What if I let you have sex with me? Then would you promise to never tell anyone anything -- not about this, not about Timmy, not about anything?"

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