She didn't care. She was going to be rid of this lump for good! Or if not, at least she knew how to effectively control him.Marcy had been toying with... the germ of an idea to double-cross Mr. Smith. She knew the whole plan for the insurance scam from bits and pieces she had heard. Harold couldn't keep his mouth shut, anyway, so they must have trusted her if they wanted her to keep him quiet and out of circulation. They were sure paying enough. She knew where the weak spot in the plan was.. “I dreamed about you last night, Richard!”“Was it a good dream ... or a great dream?” I asked her back.“A very wet dream,” she answered, getting herself naked for me.She had a bush, surprising me.“Do you want me to treat you like a client, or like my hot fuckable sister, Sally?”“I don’t care, I just want, how did you put it, ‘A good hard fuck?’”With thinking, I took off my T-shirt and dropped my slacks and boxers.“Ooooh, you got a nice big dick, don’t you?”“Thanks, it’s not that big,. I closed the book and headed out around to another aisle, picked up a new release and sat on one of the sofas.A few minutes later she sat down beside me. "They dont have it. I even asked one of the workers."Not looking up from my book. "Well there you have it then, guess you'll have to go some place else for it." I answered feeling quite satisfied."Well it wouldnt do me much good since I dont have a cock, now would it?" She responded jabbing me in the ribs with her bony fist.Looking up at her. What would raking things up, do, or solve, after all this time, other than perhaps to satisfy my curiosity? Interesting to contemplate that at the time, knowledge of what had happened might well have led to us parting. Now it would probably be very different as I had become curious as to what drove married couples who either had open marriages or tolerated or even welcomed one or other having relationships outside of their marital bed. I had read a lot about it and as well as that curiosity, I.