”There were a few seconds of silence and then she said, “I don’t want Seth to take me. I want you.”“You didn’t want me last night.”“Is... that what this is all about? We need to talk. Come and get me and we can talk on the way to the church.”“Don’t think so. I’ve already made plans for the day. Goodbye, Mary Alice.”I hung up, but then figured that she would call right back so I left the phone off the hook and went back out into the garage to work on the car. When I finished on the car I showered,. Why? I had to admit that I honestly did not know. There was just something inside me that wouldn't let me. A little voice in the back of my mind saying to me:"She fucked over you now it is your turn to make her hurt."Make her hurt? Was that any way to treat the woman I loved and wanted to spend my life with? I think what it was is that the little voice was telling me that if I let her get away with shit now she would try it again later. Stomp on it now to let her know that I wouldn't put up. “I have an idea my darling“ she meekly enquired. “ How do you feel about urolagnia?” “What” I exclaimed, “Oh you mean pissing ““Yes, if you must use that crude term” she said exasperatingly in her very best crisp English accent.“ Been there a few times “ I declared, ”and happy to oblige. What do you have in mind?”She explained that she had the urge to ‘try it again’ after quite a long absence and not having a partner who was very willing. She took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom where. ” Clarissa applauded her vigour, adding yet further spice to their eagerness for the occasion.“ ... and there are few friends of ours we’ll invite, ripe for such entertainment, who’ll relish the official breaking of a male too ... don’t be too surprised if they ask you for a loan of his services, on the very day you take control of him ... they’ll see you right should you agree, and the experience will have him know his place as a mere plaything for women, crushing his ego even further.”.