“Did I just call her Mistress?” he asked himself as he pumped.“Yes, you did, X,” she replied, laughing. “The chemicals in the solutions lowe... your inhibitions so you become what you’ve always wanted to be in the darkest recesses of your mind.”She laughed again and said, “And your naughty little mind is very dark, X. The drugs releasing that darkness means you will more than willingly call me your Mistress.” She laughed slightly and added, “... and those same drugs mean you will keep saying. Both Jackie and I tried to act normal, but as I said, the kids weren't stupid. Hardly anyone spoke a word while eating and everyone remained seated when we were done."Okay, guys," I started, "by the sad looks on everyone's face you already know what this meeting is all about; your mother and I having are having some marital problems." Dad, are you..." Steve started to but in; I put up my hand to stop him."Hold on, let me finish, then I'll answer your questions. This is obviously going to affect. He said he would try to make it."What am I doing," I thought to myself and decided to finish my workout early and head home. Back at the house, I showered and sat on the couch staring at the wall feeling depressed again. Chris called and reminded me that we had a dinner reservation with some of his real estate clients that night. He said he wanted to show me off to them. Normally I would have been flattered to be his trophy wife for the night but this time I wasn't that excited about it for. This was not the first stiff that Sal had come into contact with. He had been on disposal duty with his Uncle Sal a couple of times and he had taken care of a problem with a terminated wife abuser only a few years ago before the wife skipped to Florida on his advice to "lay low" for a few years to let the thing blow over.The pretty cop's wife was not unconscious but she was in a state of semi-shock and unable to coherently tell Sal what had happened in the apartment. He checked everything out.