Ten minutes later she takes a break and heads over to join me."Cheer up, Tess. It's not the end of the world." God I wish it was." You've not had enou...gh to drink yet." She beams at me and heads away to grab us a drink.I look around the room. People are having a great time, dancing, laughing and drinking. Well, except the couple in the corner arguing, but then there's always one. I'm so glad I'm single and have no drama. It's been six months since I parted ways with Dean. He left his job and we. I dropped the trailer at the consignee and parked in front of the house where the kids had it all lite up with Christmas lights. Renee, my wife was waiting at the door for me and as soon as I entered, she practically gave me a bear hug that took my breath away, we kissed like mad passionate lovers and we both looked into the other’s eyes and knew, it was a good night to be home together. After looking in on the kids, who were in bed sleeping, I took a shower and. He has reduced me to a piece of meat. And I can’t stop thinking about him, about his fat cock, about sex. it is like some grotesque variant of Beauty and the Beast. I find myself actually feeling sympathy for him. I find myself needing him. If I am honest with myself I will admit I find myself wanting him. And what he does to me. What he makes me do. He exudes power. Mastery. Images of that clinical torture chamber inside the vault keep appearing on the fringes of my mind and fleeting questions. She had a few matted prints on the wall behind the television., including a poster of Picasso's 'Don Quixote'.I found the kitchen off to my left by following my nose. It was only separated from the living room by a small half wall. At least she has decent taste in beer, I thought, as I got a Corona out of the refrigerator. It smelled like she was baking chicken but before I could open the oven and look, she returned. "I hope you like chicken. I have this great recipe for tequila lime chicken.