With the third child a larger house was needed which meant a larger mortgage and the need to make more money. With the new house came all the expenses...of a new house like drapes, blinds, furniture for additional rooms, landscaping and a whole host of other things. This of course meant more hours at work to earn the necessary raises to cover the additional bill. It was a never ending cycle.Probably the biggest casualty of the fight to stay solvent was the sex life that Candace and I had so. Missy’s dark hair hung loose across her shoulders. She kept her phone on her, her Master had told her that he would text her at some point during the night to see how she was doing and to wish her a happy Halloween. Soon she felt it vibrating at her hip, she’d clipped it to the skirt as not to miss Travis’ text. Still dancing, she unclipped the cell phone, flipped it open, and read the text displayed on the lit screen. It said, ?Step outside, I’m going to call you in a couple. But I never forgot her, one sharp, distinct thread in the confused weaves of my mind, a single sword fought every so often to come out and raze down everything I've become.I've always been good with children, but never with people. The world loved me enough to give me three divorces and hated me enough for four marriages, every single one of them a mockery of meaningless words. I've learned to shun people; I think my long-nosed secretary is afraid of me, her white skin trembles as she hands me. She sat down and thumbed through. The first pages were full of yellow highlighter marks. She started to read them and they snapped her attention. What the hell? She thumbed through them until she came to the page which seemed to explain it.You seem to be someone I feel might be open to this.I should tell you that it is from someone you knowBefore you read this, This contains some sexually orientated materialAnd the potential for a really good fantasySo here's the deal.Find a time to sit down.