‘And another thing’, she went on, ‘ When we used to fondle each other in bed, I told you that I climaxed better if you were to stick your finder...s or cock up my arse and you said that was filthy. You made me feel inadequate Arthur. So let’s get everything into the open and hear what your turn ones are.’ After that tirade, Arthur slumped forward, head in hands. He obviously felt that he had let his wife down over the years. ‘I’m so sorry Doris, I really do want to make it better for you but what. .. that is, we don't... uh, there's just not a lot of variety, any more."That was MY excuse for experimenting!Then Ray said to his father, "I thought mom was cheating on you until I found this beauty. How about the next time I hear her getting off, it's with you and not with this plastic 'johnson'. What do you say?"Tom smiled at his son and said, "That's a promise."Maybe I was wrong about when the tape was made, but I thought it had been several days and Tom had NOT made good on his promise to. But he was captivated, he had had a very precise brainwave for a program that no one in the world had ever managed to create.He was so exhausted, he felt like a dead man. Thomas hammered the last line of code. He dropped backwards from the gaming chair into bed and was already half asleep while falling.It was 11:30 am when Thomas opened his eyes. Without hesitation, he got up. He was so close to reaching his dream. He turned on the computer again. He downloaded his program onto his jailbroken. It was a far cry from Maestre andFenton. The reception counter was unattended, so Mark called out"Nora, are you out to lunch?"She lumbered into view, a stubby, bespectacled, forty-five yearold, with stiff, unkempt gray hair, unstyled and cut short. Shewore a baggy, pilled sweater and mismatched plaid pants."Whitman, good to see you. Have you sold out to the enemy yet?" Holding out, doing clerkship next year; Seventh Circuit." God help us all: you, working for a bunch of mercenaryneofascist.