I told her I would never do it. She grabbed myarm and twisted it behind my back, hard. It was painful and I could donothing about it. She asked me if ...those punches hurt. She told me shehad plenty more where those came from. She told me I was doing this, andthat I could choose now how much more pain I needed before I said yes. Itold her she was crazy. She was out of her mind, and while she was stillholding my arm behind my back she kneed me in the stomach. I gaspedagain. She told me she was not. " His voice took on a bit of aggression. "I should think it would be hard, watching your sweet little wife act like a tramp, whoring her body out for so many men tonight, all in front of you while you could do nothing to stop it." Then his voice took on a softer tone. "But I think you enjoyed it more than you would like to admit to. Hell, eddie, look at your cock even now as we're speaking."He was right, my arousal seemed to continue to give me away, making it so hard for me to understand why. Not wanting to read much into it, I let it go. We arranged to have early dinner (happy hour is a big deal in our city), then see what happened. I took her to a fantastic Italian place - great ambiance, superb food menu, and exquisite wine list. We went from one course to another, eating and talking. It didn't take long for her to get loosened up, and she talked less small talk, and more about her reality. I should mention she'd changed her clothing between end of work day, and when I picked her. Ames was right there scrubbing pots in the sink so he heard it when I said:"Allison wants nothing to do with me and she has made that perfectly clear." Nonsense" Mr. Ames said, "She talks about you all the time."I was tempted to say "Oh sure" and then tell him about the paper bag full of used condoms that she gave me, but I of course kept my mouth shut.When we were done in the kitchen we moved to the family room where we would have Bailey's Irish Cream and conversation. I would have put a.