“I’m fine,” I told her. “Yourself?”“Good,” she answered. “But you’re full of shit.”I arched my eyebrows at her. “You’re not fi...ne,” she continued. “You’ve seemed like a sad unsatisfied person since i’ve met you. What’s the deal?”I sighed. “You really want to know?” She nodded.“My wife,” I muttered. “i’ve been celibate for seven months. She never wants to do anything but drink, smoke, and watch TV. I feel so pathetic because all I do is beat off. That’s my problem.”This seemed to arouse empathy. "How old are you two?" He asks and my face gets red with anger. "How bout' you let us through the door, fuck nut." I snap at him and he puts his hands up in surrender and allows us through and I say, "thanks." Nice one." Mr. Milks smiles down at me and I wink at him. Glad to know I'm nice, funny and kind! I rarely ever swear, but I just got angry so I had to let it out. We walk through the door of the haunted house and only 2 torches on the sides of the walls lights the path to the begining. That’s when Cathy made hermove on Paul corning him on the dance floor in a darkcorner. He tried to resist but ended up spending thenight in her hotel room that night. Cathy seduced him that night and he felt so obligated tohave sex with her since she had been given Paul absolutecontrol over her small company. When Paul returned homethat weekend he felt so guilty about what he’d done thathe confessed to Amanda the first night telling hereverything that happen. Confessing to Amanda. All it takes is for you to understand that I make the decisions. You do what I say and your life will be simple and stress free."Trevor took a deep breath, his first break from the flurry of words that had spewed from him non-stop. And then he spoke much slower. "I'm going to use your bathroom. Think about it. When I return I want an answer. It's the last decision you will have to make ... if you agree. The last time you have to make a decision. If you agree, I will make all the decisions. But.