"Thank you, Kenny," she said graciously, and I followed her down the stairs and out to the car.We were just finishing putting the groceries away when ...Sarah descended the stairs, dressed and composed and showing no sign that anything naughty had gone on a couple of minutes before."I guess that means you gave up on trying to find me," she told me, playing along with my earlier explanation. "So I win." Yep. You win," I conceded, despite the fact that we hadn't actually been playing the game that. It was common for him to have to go away for two or three days at a time every few months, and usually he left very well fed so that he would not possibly find better meals, and with his balls so drained that he would have trouble even seeing other females).When all that was ready, including his favorite beer, I went back upstairs and got myself ready. My plans were a bit exotic, and required some timing, but I was more than excited by the whole concept. Supper went into the oven shortly before. . Well... if you really think this will work..." It will work, Kirk. We'll make it work. You'll get the satisfaction you need and I get to keep my husband." Marcy, I've told you, I'd never leave..." OK, so maybe it's just my insecurities, but how many families have been broken up because of sexual problems?"Worn down by her arguments and admittedly intrigued by her plan, Kirk finally shook his head in resignation and smiled."If you're sure this is what you want." It is." OK then... uh.... A little old boy out of a Mississippi swamp. He’d gone a long way on a Mississippi Christian option play. He was guts from hell. I looked at the scar down the side of his skull, the busted nose, the broken jaw didn’t show – they’d wired it good. I wondered if he had trouble getting up after sitting two hours in a movie with those bad knees. And the punctured lung only the Mayo Clinic could fix. But nobody was trying to kill him every week anymore. His clothes, his eyes, his clean-shaven face,.