End of discussion."Although I had proof of the cheating I never confronted Sharon about it. She was going about her daily routines thinking that I was... too dumb to understand what was going on. Two thousand dollars out of my fishing boat fund got me a detectives report and photos of everything that was going on.Sharon was still reading the paper when I left for work. I quit work that day.Sharon was a lot of fun when we first got married. We went fishing together and I went to a few concerts for. She still hadn't gottenover Bruce, or Bruce the Brute, as she now thought of him.Bruce could be a sweet guy, in his own way--at times--but, in thebedroom, he'd preferred rough sex. He'd liked to spank, and he'denjoyed water sports--as long as he was on the giving, rather than thereceiving end, of course. He'd also liked bondage, and he'd once tiedher in such a way that her breasts had turned purple. She'd feared thebastard might have injured her, but, fortunately, the "tit torture"session,. Your shapely breasts, and perky nipples were quite a sight to see through your wet red blouse. I could never decide if I preferred it when you wore tight slacks that revealed your shapely ass, or short skirts that showed your beautiful tan legs. Our bosses became concerned about employees wasting time on the internet doing things that were not related to their jobs. I was told to install software that logged what websites that were being viewed. So, I installed the software, and. And it's now zero hour. Pretty shitty 18th Birthday, right?"Don't. Don't make this final. Please. I'm going to make it through this. I will be fine. Besides... ha, I got the birthday present I wanted." She tells me."Which one? You had so many ideas I could write a book." I respond, trying to be light-hearted."D.R.S, dummy. " she tells me, grinning. "In seven minutes, I'm going to be immortal."D.R.S. Is the new fad. The Data Retention Service is a way to keep your 'self' saved in a computer, in.