I felt detached, almost as if someone else was talking. Samantha looked at me, her eyes pleading."Please, Daddy, take me home! I hate him and everythi...ng he makes me do! Please!" I was amazed that she could say that; usually people on the drugs I assumed he was giving her would say exactly what he thought she would. I saw his face darken with rage and he pulled out a gun."Daddy," Julie said softly, as she touched me in the back. She didn't sound scared, more like supportive. My rage boiled over,. I could see by the small movements of her lips, that she was counting. I noticed her doing this at regular hours after we ate supper, at seven and then again at nine pm. Noticing me observing her on one of these occasions, she smiled and explained, ‘Enrique wants me to do this right, according to the book, so that’s what I’m doing. The other day, he told me he could already feel the improvement!’ She was pleased, as I was, to know that the exercises were working. Later, while we were preparing. I hear your voice saying those things to me, the things you like to tell me and the things I love to hear. When will you return, my trucker divine, who scans the country delivering fuel, who texts me to say when he is in town? – And I am there in my best gown, the one you bought for me on our anniversary, remembering vividly our first bonding, my trucker fucker sublime, how you love to have me all the time. I feel I need you right now, with you I can be my true self because we match so well, I. Would she go for it? Would she be pissed? I started wondering if the wife even knew about the ad. Another thing that got me was this guy saying that his wife was willing to do almost anything. My wife had all sorts of boundaries, so a woman who was willing to try new shit sounded right up my alley.I didn’t know how to respond to the ad. I usually just surf the ads. I never responded to one before.I emailed the address listed in the ad and wrote this:Bradenton Visitor Seeking Couple For.