He was friends with her on a social networking site, as was his wife. It wasn’t unusual. But he would peruse her photo collection almost everyday, dragging and editing each photo until he had a collection of forty or fifty photos of her: in a bikini on a Mexican beach; wearing a small black dress at a New Year’s Eve party; posing happily and sexily with girlfriends at a summer get together; tight jeans and boots at a California wine-tasting. He would stare at these photos, sometimes two or three times a day, and stroke his cock until he came, shooting semen all over his stomach, moaning her name: Johannah, Johannah, Johannah. It was these photos that his wife found on his hard drive. It was these photos that he couldn’t explain to his wife- a woman who was no dummy- and didn’t need to explain. She quietly left his life, packed her things and
