The once sturdily-built log cabin had been reduced to a smoking pile of rubble. Amid the still-smoldered embers, the Earl of Brisbane’s body was fo...und. It appeared like he had made it to the door before the smoke and flames consumed him. The door lock’s iron key was by his hand and the bolt of the heavy lock was still drawn. What the men did not notice was the ash residue inside the keyhole from the wooden buttons that had been slipped into the lock from the outside to prevent the key from. Just do like you usually do and make us all forget you’re a man.”“I’ll take care of him,” Mary said. “Ari, ride with me. I don’t want to stay out for more than one drink. Is that okay?”“Fine,” I said. I wasn’t sure what I was getting into, but this was an adventure I wasn’t going to miss.Mostly, Screamers was just a neighborhood bar where a bunch of people went to hang out. Like Cheers, only for dykes. There was even the requisite number of Harleys in the parking lot. It was dimly lit and music. Journal Entry: November 19, 2014I may have had a bit of a break through. I complained about the lack of sex and she promised to be more attentive. I think this week end will be really good. Journal Entry: November 25, 2014Another week has passed and still nothing in the sex department. My wife's promises fell apart as she complained of headaches and needing more sleep. Journal Entry: December 3, 2014It has been three months and I am started to get really frustrated with my wife and our sex. Her nipples pressed like erasers against the white top and I could see the red panties with the way she spread her legs."You're going to give me those keys!" No, well maybe"She said she would do anything to get the keys, and I questioned her sincerity. I asked her to touch herself and she asked where. I told her to begin with her belly and chest. I stood next to the bed as she began rubbing her breast through her top as her other hand fingered her belly button. I told her to lower hand from her.