"I just meant..." You're kind of a bitch sometimes," Jen said and that made me blink. We'd never said anything like that to one another, not once, and... I'd known Jennifer Hawkins a long time!"Jen..." I gotta go!" she said a microsecond before she hung up."Great!" I rolled my eyes. My best friend hated me now. "Shut-up!" I frowned at Licorice. "I know I'm a bitch."ring- ring- ring"Telepho ... oh!" It was on the floor next to the tub. "Grand Central Station." When's the next train to. .do you like seeing your wife like this?" I squeezed his face hard and made him watch as one of the many homeless bums was sticking a dirty cock down his wife's face. "Do you like to see your wife treated like a dirty slut?" I started to smack his face over and over till he began to spit up teeth."Every one in the world is going to see your wife. Your families are getting copies of the tape I'm making of her now. Your mother is going to see you sucking a dirty cock and being butt fucked. Your. But that conversation with Jenny and watching Joel and Lisa had turned me right through a hundred and eighty degrees. I’ve always been prone to impetuousness and changing my mind. And the last few hours and what I was about to say was a classic example.“Sue, honey. Before I answer, I need to ask you one simple question.”I could picture the pained look on Sue’s face, as she sat eight thousand miles away and nervously waited for my question.“Sue, back when we started this thing with Francis, you. I arrived early to prepare. The place was completely empty and would be torn down soon. I had managed to steal just enough hay from the stables to make us a nice soft bed on the hard dirt floor.She arrived shortly after word. She never said a word as she rapped her arms around me and kissed me passionately. I sat back on the hay pulling her down with me. She straddled my lap and ran her fingers through my hair, all the while staring passionately into my eyes.Her mouth was slightly open and her.