'is not cheating if we agree. I want to watch you two fuck'. She blushed, and told me not to be silly.After a short time, the waiter came over. 'I am ...inishing my shift. Can I ask you to please close the check before I leave?' he couldn't take his eyes off my wife. He went to print off the check, and I said 'nows your chance, invite him for a drink, I will leave you alone for a minute'. I left the money for the bill and went to the toilet.When I came back, my wife looked excited. She explained. The more replacement staff which were brought in, the more people which were quarantined, the more people that came down with same symptoms, sweating, raging fever, intense headaches, swollen tongue and painful joints, ending up asleep and hence into a coma. Within five days eighty of the ninety-five permanent staff were hospitalised and the front door to the secret establishment was closed until further notice leaving a skeleton crew in charge.On the sixth day 'A' appeared in the office. Her only thought were of her uncle, the bastard. She was wearing a pink top and a pair of black running shorts, her curly dirt blonde hair fell to her shoulders and framed her tender neck. Her father was working, even though it was Saturday, and her mom out shopping. Beckie came down the stairs, her brown hair a rough mess, still wearing a white pajama covered in pink animals. Her slippers were the kind of fluffy puppies that barked if you squeezed them.“Morning, Cindy.” she said,. “As much as I would love to torture you with this, no, I won’t tell my shrink, either. But I’ll come up with something. Aron has to pay for all this time he spent fucking you.”“And being happy,” Carter added, with a tinge of regret.“Yes, that, too,” Alex sighed. “I cannot believe you did it. I mean, you were a homophobe, and while I was stranded ... well, I thought that nothing could ... would happen. And to return to a husband who now expects to have sex almost every night...” he shook his.