What she did have a problem with was working outside the home, or inside the home for that matter. To be fair, she did laundry and cleaned up after he...rself. I took care of my own messes and did most of the cooking as well as everything outside.I dragged my ass home from work one particular evening, completely worn out, trying to decide if I had enough energy to make something for dinner but I didn't think so which really sucked because I was starving. I walked in the house to find a big screen. I hide under your desk, kneeling, my neck bent, and not thinking about the cramped space I’ve squeezed my 6ft 3 frame into. I’m not here for my comfort, I’m here for your secret pleasure. Just before eight I hear voices from somewhere in the office. I squeeze back against the up stand of the desk as a pair of sexy heels pull the leather chair back from the desk. They stop, your voice becoming clearer as you sit down and pull yourself in. There’s enough space for you to tuck your shapely legs. She and I both needed to decide how we felt about what happened the night before.It was shortly after noon when I crawled out of bed. My head was fuzzy from either too much sleep, or too little. I wasn’t quite sure which. I showered, made coffee, and cinnamon toast.I sat on the deck and drank the coffee and ate the dry toast. It was my penance I supposed. The plain cinnamon toast wasn’t very good, it was just filling. After I finished my breakfast I decided to check my messages again.Since. I am saddened to say that plan to kill me came from my husband.’ She added that in the end one of her would be assassins must have changed his mind and shot the other. A man she did not know had hurried her away and taken her to an unknown location where she was being interviewed. She added that if they did not see her again to please pray for her soul. It would mean she was dead.’ I stopped her there and used my laptop to send it out. She asked me if I was going to kill her. ‘I said, ‘I am.