"You do not, madame; at least, I hope not. But I will tell you. I was arrested and became a prisoner because, under the arbor of La Reserve, the day b...fore I was to marry you, a man named Danglars wrote this letter, which the fisherman Fernand himself posted." Monte Cristo went to a secretary, opened a drawer by a spring, from which he took a paper which had lost its original color, and the ink of which had become of a rusty hue--this he placed in the hands of Mercedes. It was Danglars' letter. I couldn't do anything about it. I'm so sorry. That is inconsequential to the other thing I did. I'm so sorry, John. I know you're going to hate me. Your laptop was in the house."Ken wasn't surprised at Jessica mentioning the letter. He knew that was going to come out. He didn't expect it as soon as she entered the room, though. What did surprise him was the laptop. He saw how she reacted to the loss of the letter, and in her own admission, this was a greater loss. Something to talk to her. "I can see how effective this is. I tried to feel him and all I can get is his thighs or steel in my hand. I can't touch his penis at all." Of course not and neither can he. That's what chastity is all about. Because of this I control him. He has to sit like a woman to pee. He has to ask permission to wash himself down there. When he is granted this, I had to stand there and watch him. That is I did, but recently I started to wash him there myself so he doesn't start to masturbate. And he. I heard Chase draw a quick breath behind me. I moved into the room, stepping out of sweat pants and pulling a t-shirt over my head, naked. I lifted the camcorder from its tripod. "Well, what're you waiting for, babe? Permission?" Lupe said, her hips moving in slow, fluid, anxious circles. "Come on over, hon." My wife grinned. "Don't have to tell me twice," Chase peeled out of clothes, and stalked toward the bed and knelt. Lupe let her robe slide from her shoulders, and leaned her.