” It was awkward again.She turned back around and finished cooking the bacon. The pancakes were already stacked up, with the eggs next to them.We at... for a while before either of us spoke again. She stared at me a lot. She kept looking at my shoulders and chest, for some reason. She was the one who broke the silence.“I don’t like to dip into my regular money for frivolous things,” she said. “That’s why I let Maureen talk me into posing.”I knew that income in the real estate industry could be. I made a mental note, to keep a change of clothes in my car, for if this was to happen again I will not be under dressed.Once I sat at my desk and worked on his mail and email, the phone rang. It was his friend Mr. Broadman. I told him what Mr. Spencer had told me. Mr. Broadman said that he can’t wait to meet with me tonight at dinner. “Oh? You’re going to dinner with us? He didn’t tell me that.” That’s all I could get out of my mouth, when I heard him chuckle.He excused himself for. 'And I don't mean with a cloth' he continued.I was dumbstruck. 'What do you mean?' I asked in a timid voice.'Lick it up', he went on. 'Get down on your knees and lick the screen clean'. 'Put the camera on at this end so that your whore of a wife can see you'. He said.I didn't want to argue, after all he had seen me wanking in my office and he already had the upper hand.I bent down and put the camera on and saw my wife smile at the image of me, half dressed and moving towards the screen. I. Nobody had noticed! ‘So what are you going to do about it?’ she questioned. ‘You mean, what are you going to do about it? ‘You are going to start behaving like a normal human being. Doing things that aren’t necessarily right, but feel good.’ ‘But not bad things. I couldn’t do bad things. Surely my ‘light’ side would help me fight that?’ ‘Your ‘light’ side has had its fucking ass kicked out of here. It won’t be back for a long time yet.’ ‘Do you have to use such obscene language? It’s not.