Seeing a light come on next door i raced back nearly falling over, i think i made it without being seen.Giggling she finished her meal and i followed ...her upstairs. She went into the guest room and she demanded that i lay spreadeagled on the bed. I wasn't expecting this (normally there was lots of housework to do) but of course i did as i was told and lay facing the ceiling. She then went to our bedroom and returned with some old pairs of stockings. One by one she tightly tied both of my feet. That might help a little."Erica handed him a drink. "You know baby, you are probably overlytired and are going into a deep sleep too quickly or something. Imean you are only sleeping a few minute then waking up yelling." shesaid rubbing his back."You may be right Erica. It may be something that simple."Kevin began to fade now. His wife took his glass and helped him tolay on the bed. He looked at her with concerned eyes."Sorry honey, but you have been up for days. I slipped a littlesomething in. "My husband is a fucking faggot. How could I have been so fucking stupid? I married a god dam fucking sissy. What, I go to work or out of town and you dress up in some frilly girly clothes and fantasize you're sucking some guy's cock! YOU GOD DAMN FAGGOT! "I could have married lots of men. Real men. No, I have to marry the little sissy faggot who lies and deceives me, sneaks around and waits until I leave the house so he can dress up like a prissy little tart and plays molly maid, then jerking. Jun spotted it about the same time I did. 'See how his left drops when he's punching with the right? The next move will be the roundhouse kick, see?'I nodded mentally, and baited Hollingsworth into attacking again, using my defense to guide his attack. Sure enough, the left hand dropped and he started the roundhouse kick. As he turned away from me, I dropped and as his body came around, delivered a hard punch to the thigh muscle at the front of his pivot leg.The leg didn't quite give out, but.