I shut the door and listened by the spa room door. it was running and I could hear my wife moaning loudly. I knew they were fucking but couldn't belie...ve they would do this with the situation. Luckily everyone left.I knocked 3 double knocks (a signal we use to let each other know it is safe to open the door. in a few minutes Beau was naked at the door and said hey buddy was up. I laughed and said they were lucky. he walked naked with his big ole hard on bobbing around back to the tub. he got in. I stood, drawing myself up to my full height, seeming to tower over his bad, drunken posture. “You leave her alone.” I said. Cliché but heartfelt. That’s when he hauled off and punched me. If it could be called a punch. I took it like a man on the jaw, and barely cocked my head from the force of his puny pugilism. Then I showed him what a punch really is. The sound of my meaty fist bruising bone and muscle sounded louder than the techno beats and sent him with a *BOOM* to the floor. I. Sage. Cloves. Salt. Had it said cayenne pepper? Ah, and the knife. She chose a small paring knife from the block. She scooped her materials into a small glass bowl and snuck past Steven's office on the way back upstairs. She could hear him talking on the phone about the latest work crisis. Even the sound of his low muffled voice was turning her on. She wanted so desperately to hear the rumble in the back of his throat as she rode him, wanted to hear him groan with pleasure as he worked himself. I let my arms lay lightly against the sides of my body and had my eyes watch the walls instead of facing the unpleasant dinner party.There was no point in trying to hear what they were talking about. I felt so humiliated, and although I knew that my fate would be something like this, it only felt terrible when it actually happened. I felt so degraded; even dogs weren’t treated like this, even dogs had names. I had nothing, and I couldn’t see how I would live like this forever. I could only.