Moving with unusual urgency, he waddled across the room to the vast desk top on which sat an open Cartier case, a laptop computer, and, incongruously ...and inexplicably, the ash blond cheap whore wig. The case was full of video cassettes. 

"There are all the tapes of you. Even the one Rex made. No other copies exist. The rest, everything, images, emails, everything is in the computer. Look."

Leaning over, I saw that on the screen a file labeled 'Lynn' was open. In a window beside it the DELETE. "Well I see you must have missed your dear mother," she said."Hi mom. You kinda startled me. Brandy was over a little while ago and she did the same thing. I thought it was her again. Sorry if I spooked you." That's OK honey! I don't get many hugs from you anymore. It was nice." She gave me a kiss on the cheek and turned back towards the house. Dad waved and motioned for me to join him for a beer after. I signalled an affirmative and finished cutting the lawn. After putting the lawn mower away. Just when he felt his scrotum tighten and felt he couldn’t hold on any longer, suddenly… it stopped. ‘Come over her!’ Commanded Christina, and Beatrice walked over willingly. ‘What is your ultimate sexual fantasy?’ Christina asked. ‘I only want to please you mistress…’ Was Beatrice’s reply. ‘John, I’m going to make you a deal…’ explained Christina. ‘I’ll untie you, if you can get to the phone and call the cops I’ll set your wife free, if you can’t you’ll join her.’ Christina handcuffed Beatrice. "You two look familiar. Have we met?" "Oh, no," said Karl, his flirting grin back in place. "I'm sure I'd remember someone as unique as yourself." Deanne blushed and started to say something but Karl continued. "I was just telling Lani that I would leave her tickets for the hockey game tonight. Perhaps you could go with her? Do you like hockey?" "I—sure—I don't—" Deanne couldn’t talk, so Lani stepped in. "That would be great, we'd love to," she told Karl. "Wonderful." Karl nodded in.