‘It’s not much,’ she apologised, ‘but, this is where I work.’ While she loaded her latest remix of Skinny Puppy’s ‘Smothered Hope’, he...gawked at the wall of blinking LEDs where her server rack stood. ‘I know you’ve heard Iteration Zero,’ she said, ‘That’s the original piece. Here’s iterations zero through three layered. If you listen, you can hear the curve…’ Chryse looked amused, and explained that he wasn’t even sure what the fractal curve looked like on paper, never mind in music. She began. Using her foot to slam the door shut she removed both her hands and threw me on the bed. Her anger making her even stronger than normal.Before I could move or do anything she climbed on top of me. Both hands on my neck. Not enough to choke me to death but enough for me to feel a decrease in ability to breath. I struggled against her to no avail. But I was also so turned on. I never had been treated so roughly. I had always been the one treating the other rough or hard. Even with my male. " I reached for her hand. "I think I'm getting a second wind." I started walking, but Tami stayed still, pulling me to a halt."Don't you think you should tell your mom you're home?"For a couple of seconds, I didn't have a clue what she was talking about. Mom?"Oh, right."Tami just shook her head as I walked in and told Mom I'd made it back. Usually Dad comes to all my games, but he was in Seattle for some kind of meeting. And Mom had to work late, so I told her not to bother.Too bad, it was one. My wife, who continued to live in the city while I was going through training, would visit on the weekends when I was not on duty, and the two of us would spend most of these weekends in the motel room screwing each other's brains out.After some time, we began discussing ways we might be able to "rev-up" our sex lives. I had confessed to her a few weeks earlier that I had fantasized about her fucking another guy while I watched. I also admitted it surprised me how much that particular fantasy.