So who is really in control? I had to admit that it was exciting to give up control. I didn't know to what extent I was willing to surrender control t...o Archer, but I was absolutely sure that I would find out very soon.After dinner I followed him to his office. I knew that his ministry operated a consignment store. I had purchased Max's going home outfit from them. I knew he had the ministry building in West End; everyone in town knew that. Max told me about the Bike Shop and the Laboring Few. None of them were labeled as to what they were for and I wasn't about to be the one to find out. I pulled the hood release and got another surprise when I looked at the engine. Tiny had said it had some kind of interceptor engine in it, and from the label, it was an Olds 455 ci. It had headers and dual carburetors on top of the engine. I won't pretend I am a mechanic, but everything I had seen so far said money and a lot of it. As Tiny had said, this had been custom built to someone's. I whispered to my hubby that we should invite Kevin over to our house for a drink and he smiled and agreed. Kevin thought it sounded like a great idea and we all left the restaurant and Kevin followed us home. We poured some wine and all sat down in the living room and started talking. My husband had his hand on my thigh and was stroking me softly. I parted my legs slightly to give Kevin a little shot of my lace covered pussy since he was sitting across from me. He smiled and winked and I knew. His pain, his hurt, and his small slivers of happiness sink into me and pierce me like they pierced him. “I’m sorry,” I whisper when it’s all over and he puts up his walls again. He shakes his head and pulls me to him. I kiss him, and this time I know he’s there. Knowing he feels the same way. “I’m a little hurt,” he whispers into my hair as he kisses my neck. I roll my eyes. “Why’s that?” “I feel replaced. What with all this newborn sex you’ve been having,” he breathes the words as he.