Joe walked out of the den and returned to Shelly's party and the other three men followed him a minute later. That left me standing in Joe's den wondering how I was going to be able to go back to the party and face the people who no doubt knew what had gone on. Most of Tom's family were at the party and for the last eight years they had all seen me as Tom's loving wife. And just how in the hell was I going to face my husband.
I couldn't. I couldn't do either; I couldn't face Tom and I couldn't face his family. What had started out as an attempt to embarrass Joe to the point where he would leave me alone - stop sexually harassing me - had gone terribly wrong. I had not only not embarrassed him, but I had allowed Joe to turn me into a w***e. What was worse was that he made me like it. It wa
