He always was such a jerk to Janet. Y-you dont love me? Janet asked. Is that because were divorced now. Ryan just shrugged. My mind spun as I thought.... You added ferrous-phosphate-7 to the dick serum you invented. My wife winked at me, a mischievous smile on her lips. So you see, Janet, Ryans not your husband anymore. Right, Ryan? Ryan flinched and nodded his head. What every you say, miss. I laughed. Hes a little beta male. Alice turned to look at me. Just remember that, honey. A chill ran. "That’s enough," Leah said. "Oh, come on, didn’t you say that your girlfriends talked about their dates. I’ll bet this is tame, compare to that. He hit the "pause" button to please her. "It’s really none of you business, but I can give you a hint. Some of those girls are nothing but sluts!" "And?" "Well, Jeannie Marsh was the worst. She’s a couple of years older, and really talks down to us. Apparently, she has done EVERYTHING with a boy." "Everything?" "She let’s boys play with her tits on. I hated it when women wore clothes several sizes too small; women like that are what make it difficult for the smart ones like me to get taken seriously. She smiled, and I noticed that she wore little discernable makeup, but it was obvious she spent a lot of time on her appearance, creating a strange dichotomy between her gentle look and run-down hippy van. "So, do you want a ride?" she asked again, her voice slightly more stern than her gentle introduction moments prior. I could tell. Even when I would take the kids on vacation I would usually call in a couple of times during the week to make sure things were OK. But not this week. I really hadn't even thought about it.The publisher was in Aspen so I figured the inmates could run the asylum for a while. After all, what's the worst thing that could happen?My staff was professional. They knew how to write a story and they knew what constituted unsuitable content. They knew where to be and what to do when they got there. I also.