She would use your capital to buy gold and then terminate your agreement, but never short you. You receive a monthly statement unless there has been a...major transaction to report more frequently, but that is always good news.”“I have to hang up now to board my airplane. Fix my e-mail account and send me an e-mail. Send the copy of the corporate papers so that they can be reviewed and signed.”I pulled the stairs up and locked the door. The next thing to do was to buckle up and then turn the. “Nothing,” I said, shaking my head. “Just my wife sending me pics.”“Really?” he asked. “Can I see.”“No,” I said, giving him a look. “I'm not showing you my wife.”“I'll show you mine.” A hungry light burned in his eyes.“No.” I put my phone away, balled up my lunch bag, and tossed it into the garbage can.“Come on. You're wife is a fox.”Yes, she was. A conniving fox loose in the henhouse and she was having so much fun.She sent me several more teasing pics of her masturbating in our daughter's bed. ’ She squeezed my hard manhood and then moved her hand. ‘That thing won’t ever go down if I don’t leave it alone. I’m sitting here in a puddle, God what a mess. I’d go get us another beer but there’s probably a wet spot the size of Texas on the back of my skirt.’ I grinned at her and raised my empty beer bottle in the air until the bartender saw it, I raised two fingers, and she nodded. ‘The beer problem is fixed and as for the wet spot, I’ll just walk out close behind you. That way you’re. Paradoxically, I believed that actual violence would inhibit me and destroy the realism of the game. When I burst through that door, I neither understood my wife's needs nor my own capabilities. I was soon to learn some disturbing things about both of us.Confident in my superior strength, I sneered at the tape and handcuffs. Only a wimp would need mechanical assistance. And what was with the condoms, anyway? What kind of pussy did she think I was? I followed the sound of the television into the.