He even gets on her about her looks. Well, let me tell you, my wife, Sheila, is one good-looking woman and her younger sister is a beauty. Yes, even p...rettier. But all you would hear from Jody is how bad her hair looked or whatever, just always putting her down. Sheila and I have talked to her about leaving him and, well, I know this kind of thing happens pretty often, she's just hesitant to do it. Then, one Saturday morning, Erica called me to see if I could come over to help her put together a. "It took us ten years, but we couldn't have done it without what that woman wrote down. I started us off with a first step that I told them came to me in a dream while I was dozing off at the laundromat and I copied it down in a sketchbook. I made sure that I had some parts that looked like they were erased or crossed out to make it look authentic. I used those equations to keep us moving in the right direction."Wanda said, "That's really..."Mark offered, "Unbelievable? Incredible? Strange?. .TV?" he asked.She opened her eyes and moaned "mmmmmmm" as she slipped a second finger inside her pussy. "Mmmm sure," she whispered.Mickey nodded, turning away from her. His hand was still shaking as he fumbled with the buttons. He found himself delivering his spiel about the satellite channels, though his mind was racing again. She was still naked. She was on her bed. She was fingering herself. He felt his cock twinge again. Shit. She was't finished. She did want to fuck. He pictured Becky. I knew that there were some things I needed to do immediately whatever else I finally decided. I wasn't going to be caught with my pants down—no pun intended—if it did finally come to a divorce which looked very likely at that moment.I had to get my act together. I went immediately to the bank and sequestered the near hundred grand, that we'd managed to save, of "my" money, into a numbered offshore account; the Cayman's were a good for that sort of thing, and it was easy if one knew how, and I.