I wanted to fuck this guy badly, and if I could get him to the apartment and tape him, he might be a very good shakedown victim."Sure, have a seat. I'...m just a bit tired. I just got back from the Indian Reservation; its hard work sitting at a table all day." How'd you do?" Terrible. I lost $2,500 and my husband's going to fucking kill me when he finds out tomorrow morning." Now, if this guy has half a brain, he already understands that I may or may not have a husband, that I surely didn't spend. Once the plastic wrap was done, Sammy bent her arm to put her hand back into the pose she had last week. "No, we're not doing that again, dummy. It has to be different each time, otherwise it's just the same boring thing over again. How about you let me be the artist, ok? Does that work for you?" Sammy let her arm go limp, and felt the girl doubling it up so that her hand was next to her shoulder. Next, she felt the tape wrapping around her wrist, locking it to her upper arm and in that. Never again will the vow of fidelity be a part of your marriage because you are about to release your wife from that promise. Finally, your wife turns to you and tells you she wants him. "Yes, I want to go ahead and do it." She says.You are excited and yet you are hurt; you are jealous. She is telling you that she wants another man; she wants to replace you in her bed with another male. Nervous, yet excited, you take the phone from her outstretched hand. "Phone him and tell him that I want to. Surely, that is the reason why she does not look your way. Then, one day, you look up from your scribbling of her name to see her standing in front of your desk. From your seated position, you notice she is tall and very curvaceous. The music of ‘The Girl From Ipanema’ runs endlessly thought your mind. ‘Tall and tanned and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking and when she passes each one she passes goes…ahhh!’ ‘Hi, I’m Angelica.’ Your practiced response comes to mind, ‘Yes, I.