Chris backed up aghast, step by step with each menacing poke to the chest until he ran out of room, stuck between the chair and his angry wife, trying to come up with some sort of rebuttal.  He stumbled over his words, do to his wife's confrontation and the amount of whiskey he had consumed.<strong>"No well, Not exactly um, I er ..I'm not sure what you were doing Honey.....But just didn't think you were at Church and wanted to know if not Church, where."</strong>He could tell by Serena's sarcasm of how she fucked Father o'Brian, that she was taking this way overboard, which she often did when she was upset.<strong>"C'mon, relax, will you?"</strong>he pleaded to no avail as the last comment about her having to look for sex elsewhere stung a bit, but he again knew she was being sarcastic and was hurt by his lack of trust, even if it was only for a moment.<br/><br/>As she exited and slammed the door, Christian rushed to figure out how to make amends.  He began to question if he was in the right or the wrong, as h took a deep breath and analyzed it all.  Serena had changed, as was evidence the week prior when she came home, hornier than ever and dressed like a vixen.  Was there some truth to her being a sex crazed wife who needed more than what he could give her?  There weren't many times where he ever denied Serena sex, certainly if she felt that way she would have brought it to his attention.  They had an open and honest communication throughout there relationship, so he didn't see any signs of her cheating.  But lying about Church had him wondering.  Even as she vehemently denied anything, the wondering in Christian's brain had started.  He would definitely get to the bottom of this.<br/><br/>He stumbled to his feet, took a shot of Whiskey straight from the bottle, and went towards the bedroom anxiously, unsure what confrontation lay behind that closed bedroom door.  He took a deep breath, opened it slowly.....<strong>"Forget I even mentioned anything.....I'm Sorry, OK?"</strong><br/>