I also had some difficulty tofasten my shirt. There were mounds on my chest stretching the front of myshirt so that a couple of the buttons looked as ...if they might snap off atany minute. My nipples were very prominent (and I soon discovered) alittle tender. And there was a real problem with my skinny jeans. I didmanage to fasten the button at the waist, but there was no way I couldclose the zip - the fly gaped wide open because the material at hip levelwas stretched around my nether regions. " Go on."'Well, there's talk that since your wife moved in, Ellen has been whoring and your wife is mixed up in it some way."Tom was astounded. After all that had happened... "You're lying!" I kind of wish I were," Barrett replied, "but the strangest thing of all is that old man Graves shot and killed himself last night."Tom's mouth dropped open in disbelief. First Miranda's shameful debauchery with Vasquez and now mixed up with whores and a suicide?"My God," Tom uttered under his breath, "What. He was so close to me. At that moment, I felt something I hadn’t felt for a long time. I turned around, and his arms were still around me. I grabbed his head and gave him a tight kiss. He did not respond to my kiss, so I stopped.I felt ashamed, so I said sorry and ran away from him. He didn’t say anything, nor did he follow me. We used to chat every night before sleeping, but that night he didn’t text. I was thinking about that kiss and was unable to sleep.At 11 PM, Rishav texted me and asked. ..Judy had a big round steel hook in the ceiling. It must have been on a long bolt and glued because it was really in there. She pointed it out to me one day."You could put your punching bag there, though it's pretty high. I want you to get your clothes off. I want to tie your hands to that ring so your feet just touch the floor..Do you want that?"I wasn't always in the mood for our BDSM craziness, today was one of those days when it was furthest from my mind."No, Judy, not now, not today,.