In spite of the tape's shortcomings, I jerked off with it several times.**For the next two months, I got my wife and George on tape every Wednesday. T...hen finally I was able to put my plan into action. Laura and George's pain-in-the-ass wife Connie are on the same bowling team and go bowling every Friday night. I invited George to come over on bowling night to watch a big hockey game with me. At the end of the first period, I asked him if he would like to watch a porno tape during the. The police suspect suicide-I'm sure you pickedthat up. The body was very decomposed. No face. No hands. There won't be aformal identification. Not by anyone." They identified it with DNA. That's pretty conclusive," James offered."And that's what we-I-need you for. We need to somehow find out: was theDNA identification correct? Can we rely on it?"James paused for a while before he spoke again. "And how am I supposed tocheck that? I don't know anything about forensics-or DNA science, oranything. The cane slashes at her fat arise cheeks leaving a red line through her white bits. It makes a satisfying fleshy crack against her skin and pain ricochets through her body. I slash again and again. She fights against her bonds, her body arching with every blow. She's losing control and she farts as I strike her for a sixth time. I lean forward and whisper in her ear, telling her, that because of this, she's now going to get six more. I carefully build up a pattern of red stripes across her. I was so tired that I knew my brain wouldn't be capable of making the thirty-minute drive home in the dark without driving into a ditch."You look tired," Seth stated, matter-of-fact. I cast him a side-long glance. "What makes you think that?" I asked, my voice laced with sarcasm. He gave me one of his usual, knowing grins. "What are you going to do?" "Well, I should probably head out, but I'm way too tired. That doesn't mean I should stay, though," I replied, closing my eyes and pushing him.