I went back to the den , there was my wife setting on the couch next to the guy that had just had sex with her. She was wearing a little black dress. ...Her legs where crossed and I just bearly could see the darker band of her stocking top. She said good you are ready I’m starving. I looked at the guy. My wife stood up and introduced me to Thomas, she said he was joining us for dinner. He stood up and held his hand out to shake hands. I shook his hand , he was extremely well dressed. He said it’s. He told her that they were with some new friends he wanted her to meet. "Shake hands with Joe, Chet and Henry," he said. He watched her extend her hand across the table.The guys watched her closely as they each shook her small hand in turn, and then they watched as Susan sat back and closed her eyes."You will have to forgive my wife," he said. "She normally has better manners than this. But after she drinks a lot she mellows out and really doesn't talk much. Sometimes the only way to keep her. 'I could be that poor sod'.You sneak a peek over to the guardsman on the opposite end of the courtyard. There stood your best friend, Samuel, covered in full plate armour. Or Sir Samuel, as he's been incessantly reminding you. He was the one who roped you into this job in the first place. "Come on, John! You don't want to work in this pigsty forever, do you?" he had asked you 3 faithful years ago. "Come with me to The Capital! A friend of mine's hooked me up with a great job!".'Yeah, a real. "Grace if he gets mad call me, promise?" She looked back at him his face she expected it to be joking around but it was dead serious. She nodded her head and opened the door. "Matty, it's Grace. Do you mind if I come in and talk to you?" Grace poked her head into his room looking for him. She quickly found him laying up against his desk in the far corner of the bedroom. She gulped and took a step in sliding along the wall to help her stand up start and not fall over. Matty looked up at.